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.
THE GOOSE
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.
1 comment:
June -- very clever!!! And appropriate for our times. --- barbara
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