When comfort commands cost

Time was: money was when a mindful mate That gave me enough time to feel its feel, The touch of texture, and the state of Nate, And hesitation hailed ere parting the bill— The crisper which was, all so well was it, The time taken to open the wallet, Time taken to wait and deliberate, Feel all the wiser for the discrete fete To slow me down to ask: is it worth? Yet, UPI cut that safety circuit That technology calls an empty mirth, But it hit me hard enough to retreat. As technology comes awareness’ lost, And I know now: comfort comes at a cost. ___________________ Sonnet |01.06.2025| change, money