The gifts opened
Wishes conveyed
Now it’s time
To see what you paid
Open the checkbook
For a long stare
You’d be amazed what’s missing there
Of course you were hopeful
There’d still be some left
For January bills
But there must have been theft!
The deposits made were quite a few
But now you see how much you withdrew
Your significant other looks right down their nose
You spent that much, tempers arose
Your only excuse is “I was going freeform,
It’s so popular now, caused a firestorm”
Their reply is short, not so sweet:
Go back to your job and back on your feet.
A tale of remorse and overspending
Sadly these days, it’s never ending!
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I think about this all the time over Christmas, how some people can get themselves into debt with buying too much. When will people understand that giving joy to others does not have to be in the material form. π₯Ί
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Probably never
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Good poem. The message is strong. Will we learn?
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Nah
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π sad!
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OMGosh!!! I experienced those exact words less than an hour ago, when I tried to make sense of my December rampage. I do it every year…but I love giving!
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I doubt you are the only one; ))
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Love it, so sadly true. π
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nice one π
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yes, great poem! i am doing a low spend month to hopefully make up for all the money that poured through my hands in December. Happy New Year…….wishing you a year with LOTS of smiles π
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Thank you! Have a healthy one!
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thank you…………this is my prayer!
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