When comfort comes at cost

Time was money was when a mindful mate That gave me time enough to feel its feel-- The touch of grain and texture of its state, How one hesitates ere part with the bill-- Crisper the notes harder to part was it, The time it takes to wean out the wallet That gives enough time to be wise and discrete To look into, to wait, deliberate That slows me down enough to weigh its worth. UPI now cuts that safety circuit That technology calls it empty mirth, Not watch out, weigh and well in time to quit. Technology oft looks an empty boast, And I know well: comfort comes at a cost. ___________________ Sonnet |01.06.2025| change, money