song of budgeting

all day long I think about expenses
and how to cut them short
time whistles by like pennies and nickels and many a dime
all day long I dream of what I could do with some more sixpences
to the howling void of time I would make my retort
but money will never buy certain things and one of them is time
my day is gone and my budget is no cleaner
summer was brutal we can only hope that winter will be kind
but seasons bring no change to the demeanor
of days that were wasted and days that were worn
days that were eaten by mold
days that were weathered and days that were torn
and just hung on the porch getting old