I put a dollar in the bank Why? For there I'd save it wisely They'd give it special interest Plans for growth they would devise me; Some shoes, a book, how much is that? My only dollar, oddly loaned Why bother said I, then I'll be poor Instead my fortune I will hone. Another dollar in the bank My wealth manager did assure me Would grant me freedom to retire And in old age secure me. So I slaved to earn those dollars For them to toil year by year My feet did ache, my back was bent And my dollars compounded galore And from those borrowed dreams came a golden heap Of ill-gotten gains, riches wrongly reaped; And all that easy wealth for which I'd never toiled Left a target on my back and my wine cup spoiled.
M. Stadnyk
