The Price

She always seems to know just when the price is right,

Probably from shopping at least every other night,

Or the three counties of newspapers she always goes through

Finding coupons that always seem to save a buck or two.

She tells me “you ought to work two jobs to save up for later.

Watching all that baseball, you're the wrong kind of waiter.

You spend too much time writing, your mind flapping wax wings

To appreciate the important, valuable, substantial things,”

But I've never found a substitute in mere financial planning

For taking the time to value what's really worth having.