Pay Day

Behind this glass I watch,
I see you count out your coins
Emptying one days worth of your coffers,
To my life times they'll be joined.
You weigh it out into smaller piles.
Each is given a different name.
But really it doesn't matter.
The smallest piles the one that I claim.
To you my life's worth less than hour,
You make enough to pay me a week
But I'm destined for better things you know.
I'm not that little pile, I'm not weak.