When things were scarce,
I learnt to save
When they were not
I still saved out of habit.
I was troubled if
I saved it all for my child
Things would never be scarce
And he would never save anything.
As the child grew,
He never looked upon me,
Synced instead of saving
The boy sat in a desk all day
No business etiquettes
Later that day
He went to the store
And brought me milk with cryptocurrency.
