When I hear
That something is the best deal ever
So I must
Snap it up before it’s gone for good
When I hear that
Some item is selling
Below cost and that
They are giving it away
I must admit I am tempted
Even if I never imagined wanting the thing before
At any price.
But I resist because I hear my dead mother’s voice
Repeating her favorite cautionary adages
Of which she had many.
I ignore most of them
But in this case I listen.
Don’t chase a bargain, she says
Then asks in a skeptical tone of voice
What do you need it for?
And I have to acknowledge that indeed
I do not need this particular bargain
And I am already out of breath
From chasing happiness.