A thrifty spirit might in time
Gather substance and one day
Wake to find himself as real
As the light on wind-touched water.
Next, he may hope that
Home-seeking shadows,
Lost in thought and forgetting
They have no homes, may spare
The memory of some coin
Held heavy in a hand or even
That of a ten dollar bill
Fluttering unexpectedly from
An envelope, falling groundward.
Be wary and lightfooted, then;
Plan and gather but spend sometimes
As if funds were swiftmelting snow;
It may be at last at you'll have
Memories enough to furnish
A modest and slender man
And sufficient store to maintain
A used but serviceable reflection.
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