I've written about tax time, but this weekend probably finds many people in a frenzy to get their tax returns in the mail. Mine is going in, via the accountant, via email. Anyway, money is never far from most people's minds. This little poem by Muriel Spark takes a sanguine look at the matter.
Do you want to know why I am alive today? I will tell you. Early on, during the food-shortage, Some of us were miraculously presented Each with a goose that laid a golden egg. Myself, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it. Alas, many and many of the other recipients Died of gold-dust poisoning.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!