The Penny Jar Prophet
He read a book with golden trim,
It promised wealth, a life less grim.
One day he'd be a millionaire
if he saved his money with diligent care.
“Save a penny more each day,”
And riches will surely come your way.
Day one: a single copper drop,
Day two: he doubled- he couldn’t stop.
By week three, his lunch was thin,
But oh! The jar- it swelled within.
He skipped the bus and walked the street,
He sold his shoes to buy his meat.
He whispered, “Soon I’ll own a yacht,”
While counting coins into the money pot.
His pantry bare, his pockets tight,
He lit his home with candlelight.
But still he praised the saving scheme,
And dreamed of yachts in every dream.
Then came a knock at the door- his neighbour, Jane,
With stew and bread, but not champagne.
She listened to his saving scheme
and sadly said, "It's just a dream."
“I have no jar, just common sense-
I live with joy, not recompense.”
She shared her tale of thrift and grace,
Of living slow, and knowing place.
No credit cards, no debt parade-
Just dignity in choices made.
He finally realized that he'd been had,
Money wasted on book and blag.
He looked at the money in the jar-
so much pain and sadly no gain.
And all for what?
Just to own a blooming yacht!
He tipped up the jar, the pennies spilled-
And found his heart, at last, was filled.