A long free-verse poem about my reflections while shredding old checks. |
Today I finally threw away a foot-high accumulation of years-old bank statements with each month’s cancelled checks from the back of my desk drawer reserved for storing them. Actually, I shredded the checks before discarding them – for security reasons, you know. As I fed one old check after another into the shredder, I reflected upon how each check had once played its part in helping to shred my finances for that month. These checks recounted the passing of my life month after month and year after year. They told the tale of how my life was spent during each of those years. Drop by drop by drop -- with an occasional flooding -- they depleted my checking account each and every month: payment for food and drink, for electricity to keep us cool in summer and to light our way, for gas to make us warm in winter, for water for cooking, bathing, and laundering our clothes, for the TV and Internet cable, and for the phone to connect with the outside world. Then there were those occasional checks that went for the doctor and the dentist, to service or repair the cars, for birthday and Christmas presents, for graduation of relatives both known and unknown, for flowers sent to the sick and dying, for special events such as expenses for yearly vacations or for visiting Dad in Georgia or seeing our four kids, who are scattered over three states. Oh, and for the numerous magazines we subscribe to and sometimes even get around to reading. These old checks that fed my shredder’s grinding hunger also made me feel old, reminding me of how times have changed over the years. My bank had changed names three times, as one bank gobbled up the other. Today my bank no longer includes the cancelled checks themselves with the statement, just reduced images of checks filling two pages. I have become old-fashioned by continuing to write checks to pay for everything. My kids all use debit or credit cards in place of checks. I feel out of date. Finally, as I entered check after check into the shredder, I thought about how expensive it had been to get through each of those past months. It sure took a lot of checks simply to live every month. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |