Out on his back patio Jerry rocked. What a fine clear night! Even in the suburbs he could see the Milky Way, Then a falling star. I have to make more money, he thought. The next day he drove his daughter to college. He carried in her luggage. She hugged Him and her mom at the car, And he said he'd come and visit. I have to make more money, he thought. On Wednesday he picked up a prescription. The pharmacist said his insurance wouldn't cover it. He paid, left, and put The little white bag on the passenger seat. At work a woman from another department Caught his eye in the hallway. She looked damn nice. I have to make more money, he thought. Friday he and his wife went out for dinner. He ordered steak And a bottle of wine from a horrible list. On the way home she took his hand. I have to make more money, he thought. The next July he ate a peach over the kitchen sink. Juice ran down his wrist. They were renting a little house by the ocean. Every morning Jerry walked down to the water With a cup of coffee. He wanted to come back next year. I have to make more money, he thought. His daughter called to say she'd met someone. She sounded different when she said his name. I have to make more money! he thought. A few years later there was a baby. Jerry held him while his daughter slept. The boy opened his eyes And then goo goo ga ga'd. I have to make more money, Jerry thought. His mother died in December During the holidays. He thought about a lot of things. I want to do more, he thought. I have to make more money.
I Have to Make More Money
