The Hole in The Wall
A year or two has slipped away
Since my daughter said to me,
Dad you ought to get a visa card
Then from cash problems you’ll be free.
If you forget to take money on a trip
And then your memory lapse condemn,
You’d find if you had a visa card
You can get cash from the ATM.
So I applied for a visa card
And a pin number as I recall
And when at last the great day came
I stood before that hole in the wall.
My daughter had shown me what to do
But to take notice I’d neglected
And when I pushed the card right in
It came straight back out rejected.
Four people behind me in the queue,
My ego, I knew I must rekindle,
Again the machine spat out the card
And my confidence start to dwindle.
What must I be doing wrong
I just couldn’t think at all
With trepidation gaining ground
I faced again that hole in the wall.
I gingerly pushed the card back in,
I thought this time I’ve got it right ,
But then a plastic screen came down
And my card disappeared from sight.
It was Saturday and the bank was closed
And being more frustrated I can’t recall,
And tho’ the queue had grown to six
I cursed that hole in the wall.