Old Wine In Plastic Bottles Poem by me poet yeps poet

If money only grew on trees
we would never our expenditure freeze

we have to budget our monthly
even if, money today is plenty

but what we have in hand today
will be more than that we have
after the recession

come what may
as apples cost a dollar each
tomorrow the same apple may be
out of our reach

Only fragrance we would then enjoy

I beseech
save your money
lessen your expenses
Oh rich or like me poor boy