THOSE MERCILESS METERS
Heard that advice again today,
“Why not retire and walk away?”
You’re getting slow and mighty old
It’s vacation time, so go on hold.”
A sound theory … yes indeed,
A welcome release from a provider’s creed,
But…there are still duties in my care
Meters running everywhere.
Obligations I want to put to bed,
A full-time partner not easily shed;
Those meters follow me to home and work,
An efficient and silent recording clerk.
They’re even running when productivity’s dead.
In business we call this overhead!
They may be just and due and fair
Yet overwhelming for a man to bear.
Meters show no mercy, yield no hope,
And they add penalties when you can’t cope.
Sooner or later, meters take control;
Worse than a bank, they mortgage the soul.
Licenses, interest, even calories.
Inventory may be out of sight,
Yet those feasting meters still take a bite.
Even when sleeping I cannot escape
Constant calculations — I’m going ape!
As for those property meters, in time it proves true
What you once owned, now owns you.
Little chance they will go on hold;
They only speed up as you get old.
No escape! They fill up each day;
When the meter stops running it’s time to pay.
Don Aslett of McCammon is the founder of The Museum of Clean, 711 S. 2nd Ave., Pocatello, and still enjoys giving tours to all visitors. Check out the museum’s website at www.museumofclean.com.