There was a time when cash was king
Dead presidents used to rule the day
But time took over with a sting
As the number of your days was bargained away
Each minute was precious, each hour the same
You spent it wisely; life depended on it
Some got time back when they filed a claim
Adding precious moments as they saw fit
.When I was younger if I saw a box store I turned into the drive.
Spent an hour there, buying things I probably never needed.
Today I am sitting across from one, will be here an hour.
No desire to go across the street or into that store.
I am older now, not wiser, but I do not want to be poorer.
So I stay right here, in my car, saving fifty to a hundred dollars.
Depression and heartache and yearning -
common throughout all the years,
general amongst all the masses,
driven by so many fears.
It’s truly the struggle of ages,
despite born of mansion or cave.
Is life the thing that you’re living,
or is it life that you crave?
It's tied to a question so simple -
just what do you live your life for?
Do you live to live in the moment,
or are you searching for more?
But also it boils down to choices,
just how you spend your free time.
And of opportunity, what do you take -
do you grab and try to align
the way that you're living with all that you want?
That's really the question you see.
The one that you'll spend your days looking back on...
throughout all eternity.
I knew I was spending
Far way 2 much time
On the app
Tick - @ - Tock
When what happened next
Was this
I started to believe and begin to
" IDENTIFY "
As yes you got it a
" ! ? ! " CLOCK " ! ? ! "
Complete with
Yes you got it again
2 actual Hands
And my preferred
Watch of course
Wasn't a
Rolex anymore
But rather a
Rogan. J. Z
That always seems to be
In constant needs of
Rewinding
Because it always seems to set off my
Alarm bells ringing
The way we spend our money
Is as varied as it gets,
From those who sock it all away
To those who run up debts.
Though most of us are in between
And when it comes to buying,
Some people splurge on things that would
To me be mystifying.
Expensive meals or clothes or jewels
Defy my understanding,
Yet money spent on travel
I think keeps your mind expanding.
For those who purchase tickets
To see concerts, fairs and shows,
Each penny spent is worthy of
Where all that money goes.
Our spending habits often trace
To ways that we were raised
And frequently they’re so ingrained
To change them, we’d be crazed.
Yet most of us with extra cash
Have something on this earth
Which we’d give in and splurge on,
For whatever it is worth.
I’m sure ratepayers everywhere
Are aware of the many dangers
Of the cronyism to be found
At their local Council chambers
They build useless monuments
That will never make a buck
For vanity projects of all kinds
To feed egos run amok
All paid for by the taxpayer
Whilst roads and water are forgot
Common sense does not apply
To spend the rates financial pot
Management consultants say
‘Busloads of tourists will come to see’
But they’ve just made the numbers up
And charged outrageous fees
Ratepayers object but are ignored
We are unsophisticated swine
The council knows much better
How to spend your rates and mine
Behind the scenes you can be sure
Handshake deals are being made
Strings are being pulled
And backhanders being paid
Touted as the next big thing
But a hopeless waste of dough
When it fails the ratepayers cry
…………… ‘I bloody told you so!’
How often do you think about the time?
For me, it's never very far from mind
Each hour I am reminded by a chime
And when I look, it's left me far behind
Now some will say that you should be resigned
To live each day as if it were your last
If looking up the road, you will be blind
You're wasting time when looking in the past
But time is change and things are changing fast
If you don't look ahead you'll have no plan
You must explore the time already passed
To not repeat mistakes within that span
In life there simply are no guarantees
So I suggest each spend it as they please
Daniel Turner
Spenserian Sonnet
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
[An Old Poem/the poem is not about money but about being foolish]
Spending so much money on our first date
This was ridiculous
I was hoping we could be victorious in our endeavour
But our relationship went nowhere very fast
Let the brothers learn
We often must discern and
Not let our lust dictate our pocket!
I placed the food on the table
But first gave the roses
Then We started to speak!
She looked beautiful
We spoke beyond the confines of what we’ve been through
And It looked promising
I had the idea of a wife
But that might have been dumb!
I have seen a mystery!
Many divorce women often
Don’t want to get married again!
I learned a lesson that you should
Not rush into it so fast
Because often that is why things will not last!
Let the brothers learn
We often must discern and
Not let our lust dictate our pocket!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Spending money without limit
Is indeed a dangerous habit
If we lose money bit by bit
One day we will be badly hit
We must very carefully spend
As, money, none will to us lend
We must be frugal at every bend
Or else, our prosperity will end
We must prepare a clear chart
And use money by being smart
Then in money, we won't be short
As we play a finely shrewd part
Spending too much is a disease
As our greed only will increase
One day, we may lose our peace
So, spend ever carefully please
Expense mustn't exceed income
Or else debts will be the outcome
Addiction to spend if is overcome
Very, very happy, we then become.
Spending money on a worthless doodad
Caught his eye like a red-blinking light,
Reminded him of something he never had
Spending money on a worthless doodad.
Later, buyer’s remorse made him feel bad
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight,
Spending money on a worthless doodad
Caught his eye like a red-blinking light.
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight
It’s money burning a hole in his pocket,
Impulsive spending without foresight
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight.
Stupid behavior often comes back to bite
Driving his car, for example, like a rocket,
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight
It’s money burning a hole in his pocket.
(Interlocking Triolet)
written January 25, 2022
A Couplet
on
Taxing & Spending
By: Tom
10/29/2021
Our elected officials are irrational thinkers,
tax and spend ideas are invariable stinkers.
When you retire you can attend clown college.
Yes, I agree. I would like that!
Or be a race car driver, my other buddy says.
I laugh, picturing myself smooshed into a race car.
How about a ballerina? You would be a great ballerina.
And without dance lessons of any kind.
Yes, I could do that, I agree.
Spending the day with a four and five-year-old
is a great reminder that there are possibility thinkers.
The problem with other men is not
their lack of income but the wrong
handling of what they just earn,
buying things that they don't
really need. It leads
to severe drought,
bankruptcy,
and failed
dreams.
From horizon to zenith's point and then to Crimson dusk he moved
While I kept watching leaves turning hues which now swim on blue water
(Two lines poetry challenge)
22nd September, 2020
‘Tis time to unwind as Christmas Day draws nigh
‘Tis time to kiss wisdom in finance goodbye
‘Tis time for purses and wallets to sigh
‘Tis time to understand the reason why...
‘Twas Christmas Eve when expectancy ran high
‘Twas Christmas Day when the world received God’s gift
of love named Jesus,
a priceless treasure that money cannot buy.
Merry Christmas!
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