homework. Penny For Your Thoughts.
Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2023 9:59 am
Penny For Your Thoughts.
© Ron Boughton 16/7/23
Just sittin’ in the sunshine on a perfect sort of day
there soakin’ up the rays in such a lazy sort of way,
when I started day-dreamin’ on childhood days of the past,
like when the pounds and pennies were security steadfast!
And if we had some pennies, they were held with vice like grip
‘cos it mattered more those days, if they’d through the fingers slip!
I don’t know if the word ‘inflation’, was heard of back then,
though flogged to death many years later, time and time again!
And came decimal currency in Nineteen Sixty Six
and there the banks and government got up to unknown tricks!
Consumerism, becoming rampant, all things were ‘must have’!
And headed where, we know not where, seemed there was …no ‘sat nav’!
The years went by, the dollar fell, until there was no common cents,
and then it seems they were joined, by their namesake common sense!
They’d gone just as the farthing did so many years before
but with acceleration, in abandonment galore!
And now a sense of entitlement, being standard fare
that sadly sees so many in financial deep despair!
For it is, oh so easy now, instead of working hard
to just embrace euphoria, and get it on the card!
Point granted that society, is now much better off
with thriving technology, helping share now from the trough!
And social reform too, so much better than years ago
but still that sticky web of credit …can a curved ball throw!
The ‘tap and go’ transactions, so easily done in a flash,
can cause alarm bells when we see a future with no cash!
No doubt, it would catch out the crooks, but on another scale
It has the wary scent of, ‘Big Brother’ from Orwel’s tale!
If we stop using notes, and far less becomes the cash flow,
it may vanish completely, and money won’t be our dough!
Consigning it to history could be the objective plan
for in the halls of power, there is more than one ‘straw man’!
Now sittin’ in the sunshine with mixed thoughts of pennies gone
and of those days back in the past, I know we have moved on,
So stirrin’ from my thinkin’ I’ll be driftin’ from this scene,
And wander down, to confront the bank's ATM machine!
But better do it quick for it is hard to stay composed,
when near’ everyday we hear another bank branch has closed!
What does the future hold, does anybody really know,
for it could well be A.I. that’s runnin’ ...the whole blinkin’ show!
© Ron Boughton 16/7/23
Just sittin’ in the sunshine on a perfect sort of day
there soakin’ up the rays in such a lazy sort of way,
when I started day-dreamin’ on childhood days of the past,
like when the pounds and pennies were security steadfast!
And if we had some pennies, they were held with vice like grip
‘cos it mattered more those days, if they’d through the fingers slip!
I don’t know if the word ‘inflation’, was heard of back then,
though flogged to death many years later, time and time again!
And came decimal currency in Nineteen Sixty Six
and there the banks and government got up to unknown tricks!
Consumerism, becoming rampant, all things were ‘must have’!
And headed where, we know not where, seemed there was …no ‘sat nav’!
The years went by, the dollar fell, until there was no common cents,
and then it seems they were joined, by their namesake common sense!
They’d gone just as the farthing did so many years before
but with acceleration, in abandonment galore!
And now a sense of entitlement, being standard fare
that sadly sees so many in financial deep despair!
For it is, oh so easy now, instead of working hard
to just embrace euphoria, and get it on the card!
Point granted that society, is now much better off
with thriving technology, helping share now from the trough!
And social reform too, so much better than years ago
but still that sticky web of credit …can a curved ball throw!
The ‘tap and go’ transactions, so easily done in a flash,
can cause alarm bells when we see a future with no cash!
No doubt, it would catch out the crooks, but on another scale
It has the wary scent of, ‘Big Brother’ from Orwel’s tale!
If we stop using notes, and far less becomes the cash flow,
it may vanish completely, and money won’t be our dough!
Consigning it to history could be the objective plan
for in the halls of power, there is more than one ‘straw man’!
Now sittin’ in the sunshine with mixed thoughts of pennies gone
and of those days back in the past, I know we have moved on,
So stirrin’ from my thinkin’ I’ll be driftin’ from this scene,
And wander down, to confront the bank's ATM machine!
But better do it quick for it is hard to stay composed,
when near’ everyday we hear another bank branch has closed!
What does the future hold, does anybody really know,
for it could well be A.I. that’s runnin’ ...the whole blinkin’ show!