'Waste Not...Want Not' - Poem by Linda Winchell
I’ve heard it said when I was little,
“Waste Not… Want Not” my child,
We should all make the best of what we have,
Or at least keep it for awhile.
We tend to run out and buy replacement new,
When we should be mending or fixing up,
That old tea set of Grandma Mays,
With its chipped and broken cup.
Our grandparents use to treasure things,
And not take its worth for granted,
But somewhere along the way it seems,
We’ve got our thinking and views all slanted.
Our dollars are not pilling up in banks,
We are just living for today,
Just spending unwisely more than we earn,
So we can have more toys to play.
Now homes are being foreclosed upon,
Cars and such are being repossessed,
I guess that’s the price you have to pay,
When we want nothing but the best.
By: Linda Winchell
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