your tomorrow fund

over the years
you've put a few
pennies away, here and there.
your savings,
your retirement fund.
sometimes you go look
at the jar
in the closet and rub your hand
across
the cold glass.
you lean over and kiss it
and say, hey.
then you toss in some more
change from your lint
filled pocket.
you've thrown in a few
dimes too, nickels,
the rare quarters and kennedy
half dollars.
you think about
the few days this jar
might buy you down the road,
what beach can you go visit
for a day or two.