Going To the Bank
When I first started working
(And things were low-tech),
Each payday I'd march
To the bank with my check.
I'd sign it and wait for
The teller to take it,
Depositing some
Just as soon as I'd make it.
I'd glance in my passbook
To check the amount,
So proud that I'd managed
To have an account.
It's years now since I've
Stepped inside of a bank.
I guess that technology's
What I should thank.
Yet somehow I miss
Those transactions of yore.
There is no connection
Like I had before.
With auto-deposit
The money I earn
Never touches my hand
(Though it's still mine to burn).
Yes, it makes my life easy -
Well, timewise it does -
But it's just not the same
As the way it once was.
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