I imagine upon our birth
God opens a bank account to hold our worth.
God deposits some eighty years
For us to spend while on the earth.
Life is wisdom free from fears.

Abusing our bodies spends it fast.
Smoking, drinking make life a blast.
The spending down just cannot last.
Then cancer, stroke or AIDS, alas!.

Teenage immortals tend to spend
From their account as if no end.
Some in a drunken crash
Windup using all their cash
The Tellers says they’re overdrawn,
From earthly existence, now are gone.

At 70, the life account grows slim
But wisdom’s balance full to brim.
To our children we offer some excess
Bur almost always without success.
More valuable than simply money
They prefer dollars to philosophy.

How did you spend
Your life today?
Was it worth the price to pay?

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