"Shopping is cheaper than a psychiatrist." Anonymous
We’ve spent the day
Collecting an assortment
Of shopping bags
As we walked
From boutique to boutique.
I have watched
Many a celebrity
Do just the same
On TV
And in movies,
But never had I believed
How much fun
It can be
To shop with
Such abandon
As to disregard
The near infinite breadth
Of my own bank account.
Who would have thought
That just one week ago
A single impulsive purchase
Of a tiny slip of paper
Bearing a random set
Of numbers
Would result in
Answering my every
Financial prayer?
But now, here I sit,
Taking a break
At a small corner bistro
In an exotic, far away land
With you, my best friend,
Enjoying the freedom
Of having no debts,
Of having every need met,
Of being able to buy
Whatever I want,
Whether it be
A necessity, or not.
That was cute. I found shopping often to be more enjoyed by women for some reason. But when it comes to huge collections of unnecessary stuff, it's mostly men. And somehow, while earning very little are able to collect huge collections of stuff that other people throw away. But in some cases, become antique and very valuable, like a savings account. Unfortunately most don't divest and get rid of the junk before they die. Leaving it all to younger members of the family to clean it out.
Don't we all wish we won the lottery. And right now was a good time to post this with lotteries reaching record levels again. Winning $1 million these days doesn't necessarily mean financial security. It can be an albatross around one's neck if not cared for carefully like your poem suggests.
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Don't we all wish we won the lottery. And right now was a good time to post this with lotteries reaching record levels again. Winning $1 million these days doesn't necessarily mean financial security. It can be an albatross around one's neck if not cared for carefully like your poem suggests.
Ron