money and happiness

i remember when

having money in my pocket did actually

make me happy.

i was flush with dough.

there was so much i could

buy with five bucks.

i hated to break

that five.

i waited until i had more money

to spend and get

what i needed.

i wanted to save that five

for a rainy day.

it was back up, security.

i never knew when there was a bus

to catch.

or a sandwich to buy.

i folded it over into a small

square

and stuck it in the key pocket

of my dungarees.

i still have it.