Owe Nothing
Owe no man nothing but love
I say not a penny above
For owing in kind
Suppresses the joy and peace we could find
Owing is tomorrows money today served
Deluding with pleasures and class to be deserved
Where a difficult term ahead is reserved
For an uneasy friendship to be preserved
Let discipline be to your toil a defender
Against the all so willing lender
For he knows your appetite
For his money is as high as a kite
A penny saved is a penny earned
Each day towards the success yearned
A slow, gentle but steady rise
Will amount to a count of surprise
#Believemewhenisay
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