You can't find a single thing
That costs a penny anymore,
But loose change thrown into
a jar
Can yield a bounty in due course,
And it's easier to let it sit
And keep its brothers company
Than to haul around in purse
or pocket
Like the burden of a horse.
Some may think the mundane
task
Of rolling pennies far too
trite
To be concerned or bothered
by
The burden of collecting them.
And these shortsighted people
will
One day retire to poverty
And wonder why the world has
not
Been kinder as their candles
dim.
The better off are better off
Not by chance and not by
luck.
They learned their lesson
early on...
Save a penny... Save a buck.
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