|I like the metered verse and rhyme pattern. So unusual to find anymore. I took the liberty to edit and made changes to your poem. My purpose was to make it flow better and have more matching verse and keep it in the same tense. You bounced from first person to third person.
Time is money. Be wise and spend it well,
Will you be rich, powerful? Only time will tell.
Money is power, earned by work and sweat,
Waste time,lose money. Waste money, you're in debt.
Time will pass unhindered, never be regained.
Power can be fleeting. It cannot long remain.
Money might improve your life so you live like a king.
Not a soul will ever know what the future will bring.
What you depend upon will not always be true,
Fate changes when its playing games with you.
Nothing you can count on, nothing's 'given' in life,
Fate will change the rules, it can cut you like a knife.
A fool and his money are soon parted, as is told.
The powerful fall and the young grow old.
The clock keeps on ticking as time continues on.
Life is a battle with the lines already drawn.
Strive for success in this existence man (or God) created,
Measure of success is a subject much debated.
Will future generations care if you're rich or poor?
Will you be remembered as the one who stopped a war?
Lives seem all-important, struggle to survive,
Part of an ecology that's also quite alive.
Like ants upon a boulder, mankind swarms planet Earth.
Considering their lives to be the only thing of worth.
Your actions shape the countries and the planet of your birth.
The solar system's not the same without your Mother Earth.
The universe is vast and Earth just a rock.
The clock is always ticking. Eternally. Tick-tock