Money doesn’t grow on trees
Which was clearly hard for me to see
I’d ask my mom to buy for me
Dresses and clothes and straight shopping sprees
I’d insist on some beautiful jewelry
The best daughter at some good foolery
Despite the high price tags,
I’d beg and cry and nag
Until one day
My mom began to say
“Hey, did you know,
That what I’m about to say is for you to grow,
And I’m begging you on my knees
To see that money does not grow on trees!”
I stood stock-still,
Could it be that I had an empty want to fill?
All those purchases and price tags
Were in fact more worthless than the bag
Which my clothes went in
After I spread my mom’s money thin.
It took me a day
It took me a long way
But it hit hard
I knew what I had to start
To use my money for good things
For things that didn’t include exorbitant rings
For things that were called “necessities”
To be grateful for the lack of disabilities
For some couldn’t even walk
Some couldn’t even talk
Yet I was here spending!
And to think that some had to resort to lending…
I made up my mind precisely
From then on I’d spend wisely
I’d no longer waste my mom’s cash
For things that I thought I needed in my stash.
And now I can proudly say
What I remember from that day
And I look back and laugh
Because now what I spend is almost half!