He was hungry,
He always seemed hungry.
But what was he to do?
His job was minimum wage,
He had rent and a car payment.
What was left for food?
So he’d plan his meals
To be no more than $5 apiece.
He walked when he could
And never went out.
Some might call him a recluse.
But he was only frugal
With his money and time,
Waiting for the day
His big break would come.
When his book would appear
In book shop windows.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – frugal
