MY BANK
I’m hoarding for my ripe old age, A bankrupt I refuse to be, Oh, I am canny, cool and sage— Method's good, you will agree; I’m hoarding memories of fun, Of joyous days when hearts Beat high, Of hours of ease when work was done, And rosy was the western sky. There is a bank within my heart, There is a bank within my mind, At finance I am' very smart, I’m hoarding gentle words and kind; I’m saving .the lovely sights I’ve seen, And lovely sounds my ears have heard, The tree 'bedecked in springtime green, The song of human voice and bird, And grains of courage 1 invest, I’ll draw upon them, in my need 1 . Old age is sometimes sore depressed, This courage will my spirit feed; I saw a poster yesterday, That urged great thrift each youthful hour; I’ll bank a cheerful thought each day— Sb my old age won’t turn sour! (Contributed.)
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Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 54, Issue 32628, 1 October 1945, Page 2
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159MY BANK Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 54, Issue 32628, 1 October 1945, Page 2
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