How the coffer is empty now.
Like always, it seems, we’re overextended.
I’d love to be saving somethin’
for a rainy day… Heck, today!
But “money doesn’t grow on trees,”
And if it does, where’s mine?
Seems I forgot my planting seeds.
Can’t grow - can’t sow - without preparation.
I’ll save what there is abundant:
love; laughter; time (I’ll make it.)
We may not be wealthy folk,
But we’re so richly blessed still.
Covered our seedling hopes with prayer,
and watered them with faith.
In days to come, it’s ample.
(Our harvest? Bountiful .) Save all else –
We’ve got ambition to keep pushin.’
And that’s sometimes all we need.
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[/caption]Inspired by Six Word Friday's "savings"
