Investing in Harvesting


The wind has blown,

and the hail has fallen.

The season is over,

and the harvest is calling.

No profit for sure.

No bounty this year.

The notes are due,

and so is a tear.

Banks are knocking.

No time to answer,

for the work to be done’s

like an incurable cancer.


The pain and expense

soar out of sight.

Comfort and relief

merely tease chance delight.

If ever there were ever

need for advice…

now is the time.

It’d be worth any price.

For ‘tis better to owe,

and owe one’s life,

than to lose it all

midst this struggle and strife.


September 6, 1989


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