Finders Keepers

there was a time I would rhyme crime
with time, a callous, heartless thief
that steals your memories, leaves grief
though there are times you'd find a dime
discarded, dropped onto the floor
to never pay for evermore
and resurrect it, use it well
to buy back time, if just a spell
now in my pocket, out of naughts
so here's a penny for your thoughts

Author notes: image from Midjourney