It wasn’t just slippery leaves,
icy pavements – but bills, banks,
a big bothersome house for repair.
Counting day-by-day in currency
the cost of jam, new clothes.
Widowed years and woefully worried
should poverty knock before the trumpet-call.
Richest in the graveyard now.
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt ‘Bother‘
– which brought money worries to mind, and my daughter Catherine’s switch from creating with words @ Expressions to helping others be creative with their finances so that the ‘bothersums’ do not blight our lives. – see The Finfluencer
43 thoughts on “bothersums!”
There is so much stress in the world (especially for women) to cope with the finance of getting older.
So good if there is any free advice…
indeed – we need financial advisers and money coaches 😉
Bother those bothersums! It’s a delicate balance between being frugal and ending up the richest in the graveyard…
balancing the bothersums – yes
You listed some rather bothersome situations
there are a lot of them out there – thanks Gillena
This is incredibly poignant, I love the alliteration in “but bills, banks, a big bothersome house for repair,” … and can resonate strongly with the pressures that come with it. It puts me in the mind of a quote I once read .. “Life is tough, my darling, but so are you.” 🙂
thanks Sanaa – had in mind an old lady who died last year – she has escaped the bothersums at last but never really needed to. nice quote
You’re welcome! xx
Your words tug at the heart, as I know this is inevitable: “Widowed years and woefully worried/should poverty knock before the trumpet-call.” Love the poetry in the bluntness.
thank you for your comments on the poem Dora – it is meant to be heartfelt for the poor old lady who never needed to worry
Finances are always a worry, Laura, and they are often worse than slippery leaves and icy pavements. Having someone who is good at sorting them out is always a blessing.
the lady of the poem had no relatives but plenty of money – yet still she worried!
You’re right, Laura, it’s always there, like background noise, and it *is* bothersome. The title is perfect!
thanks Lisa – I was pleased with how readily the word switches to denote money worries!
Well done Laura… there are so many things in life that bring on the worries, and yet when we walk through the cemetery, we must count our blessings.
thanks Dwight – she is counting her blessings six feet under 😉
Laura, this is so real.
My mother sold her too-big house just last year (thank God) so I can somewhat imagine what your experience was like…
thats reassuring David – I imagined this elderly lady and her money worries but evidently your mother saw the writing on the wall before too late
it wasn’t easy for her to find a buyer – there was a lot of uncertainty and stress involved in the process of selling 😦
one of the top most stressors after death and divorce- my daughter has just gone through the buy&sell process during lockdown.
The drudgery of “civilized” life yet what’s the alternative? I hear you!
I guess there are as many bothers in less ‘civilized’ lives too
Being financially smart and knowledgeable is good! These things are bothersome specially those bills, banks and repairs!
our lives are blighted by these bothers
This underscores the fact that we live in unpredictable times. For example, a pandemic that tanks the stock market. For some, that put a big hole into their investments or pensions. The market may have recovered, but many are still trying to recover from that lost value, or even lost jobs. And that was just the past year. What’s next? As I said, unpredictable times.
the bothersums of this poem are always there regardless!
Many of us have that fear being without enough cash towards the end of our lives. No one wants to be the richest in the graveyard but running out of money can make some people wish they were dead 😢 A very poignant quadrille Laura.
many thanks Christine –
The current situation is driving many towards other self-sustaining activities to stay afloat. Good to note that there are many who in the process are able to help others survive together with them. Hopefully, Laura, a turnaround sign should show itself fast.
a bother shared is a bother halved 😉
This poem speaks volumes because it expresses a deliberate thought.
Have also gone through the previous comments and it makes me wonder if at all my first take could make some sense. I love poems with twists.
We worry to lose what we have while still alive, yet leave without any of them…
thank you – I think you tuned it to the message of the poem and were not blindsided by the theme
Am glad so… Peace.
Retirement, rejuviment, whatever we call it … gives one a few sleepless nights. Quadrille with a message, I enjoyed it.
many thanks Helen
Excellent title! Such a fun play on words. Count your blessings, indeed! Some days, that saves me.
your prompt gave rise to the word play – so thank you for the inspiration
“…Richest in the graveyard”… huh? not much use, is it!?!
Brilliant, my dear Laura! xo
exactly – it used to be a joke of my husband’s about frugality – but then a paupers grave is not much fun either 😉
No it isn’t! 😉
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