I wasn’t too worried about tomorrow
I had all this money stashed away
and I didn’t want anyone to know about it
It kept me up at night thinking about how
many different ways it could make me happy
but I really didn’t want to disturb it
so all it did was grow and grow and grow
I once thought it would solve any problem
thrown its way
but after withstanding
inflation and corrections and acute depression
all it ever really gave me was artificial respiration
january two thousand fifteen
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Wow! Well written and great message, John! It’s so easy to say “if I could buy this, I’ll be happy” and for a period of time, happiness shows itself, but it’s only a temporary fix.
Materialism doesn’t make us happy, although money can provide us with many options, it can also stress us out. It’s good to find pleasure in simple things and find a balance where money is concerned…sorry for the long reply. 🙂
Lauren, thanks so much for your thoughtful response to this poem. John
Yes… its clear that too much money just leads to sorrow… sounds like this could have been written for Scrooge…
Thanks for commenting on this one, Björn – and appreciate your sharing on Twitter.