The Saver Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The saver


He began saving money when 15 years old, liked to see
his bank account grow, not for him to spend money on
restaurants, drink beer with friends.
He inherited his mother`s house, repaired it cheaply by
stealing materials at building sites; he was rather proud
of how little it had cost him.
He had a small investment that paid him a small sum of
money once a year, and in his bank account, it went.
Needless to say, he lived alone a wife costs too much,
wanting this and that, so he visited elderly women who
didn`t want his money only a bit of love.
Then one day, he was eighty lived on potatoes and
cabbage all his life and the cheapest of wine, but he was
too old to spend money now; a lonely millionaire
who only read the bank statement the bank sent him.