Their Savings

In jars of glass and wooden banks,

They store their dreams in humble thanks,

Coins of hope and bills of care,

Savings gathered from moments rare.

Each cent a token of time’s embrace,

A testament to their steady pace,

In every fold and every coin,

A future shaped, their hearts’ own join.

They save for dawns that they will see,

For plans and dreams, for family,

In quiet nights and cautious days,

Their savings tell of hopeful ways.

Not just of wealth but of the trust.