Junior Smith has an odd savings
plan,
yielding no interest. Still,
the guy can
lay his fingers on every red
cent.
Each copper penny that he has
not spent
rests within the old urn by his
bed.
Not enough cash there to go to
his head,
but, over his lifetime, Junior
has learned:
A penny saved is a penny urned.
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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