A well-planned indulgence

 - by Melwyn Francis Carlo

(My entry for the RBI’s Financial Poetic Challenge 2025)

I want to get insurance

I want to visit Florence

Now I must buy a bike

For I just booked a hike

I'm always queued at the tills

Yet I'm due for my bills

All my earnings elude me

As advertisements delude me

Those around me that I see

Live peacefully by the sea

For all their cups remain dripping

While my cup enjoys weeping

I've poked at it way too often

Almost tossed it away in a coffin

About time I learnt my lesson

Embark on a money-saving session

I make a list of all I need

For all the mouths I have to feed

Then a small list for which we yearn

make our hearts burn our wishes churn

Now if I tend to all that itch at once

Might as well lie in a ditch for once

So I hold tight my horses

As it holds on to its courses

I just buy what I need

And say goodbye to all that greed

Keep quietly walking down my path

Seek no credits face no wrath

I keep trudging and keep toiling

As my sweat pores get boiling

Occasions pass, remorses sway

With my blinkers on I keep marching

Up until the end I’ve seen

To a milestone I have finally been

Yet I reach not into my coffer

Till a good bargain they’ve got to offer

Now you ask me with that weary look

The point of all this gobbledygook

To that I say with a smile so wittily

Come and ride with me in Italy

I know you can do it even grittily.