Thrift

Some may scoff and think me cheap.

I choose to call it thrifty.

Prudence courses through my veins

And nourishes my simple brain.

 

While skimp and scrimp and saving form

The essence of economy,

Tis only pure parsimony

That owns to keep me wholly sane.

 

Never been a gambler,

Never pressed my luck to strike it rich.

Rather save my pocket change for

Days beset with pouring rain.

 

And no one claims it requisite

To suffer in austerity, or

If you dock in poverty,

In poverty you must remain.

 

Many plague me with advice on

How to ride the treasure train,

But I have everything I need.

Little to lose, but

Less to gain.