The dowager becomes more miserly
with every year that’s passed. Although her wealth
increases from compound longevity,
and she sustains most limb and organ health,
her gift for giving dims more than her sight;
her spending’s lost more volume than her ears.
For holidays she writes a check so light,
she hasn’t upped the quantity in years.
She turns away from strategies to peel
the liquid cash from assets in degrees
advised; she finds excuse to spurn the poor.
And losing sleep if we research the deal
she tantrums, but the source of her unease
is worry that we’ll notice and deplore.
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