Paycheck

Pulling out my card. Doesn’t seem too hard. When I’m convinced of my wealth. Despite new books on my shelf. Despite sunglasses that are new. I assumed by account was tried and true. But when the balance is none. I find myself feeling undone. I want to go back. To stop myself from getting snacks. I want to undo. Buying a shirt that is blue. I hear honking behind me. At least the receipt for my balance is free. I leave with no money in hand. I was going to go to the beach with sand. But with no money for a picnic lunch. I suddenly have a hunch. That my friend will pay what is due. But then the sky turns a strange hue. Which helps me remember. I owe her from December. I guess I’ll go home. With no where else to roam. I know my mom’s advice was true. That spending too much will make me blue. I enter the foyer. The smell of cooking makes me wander over. My mom is making lunch. She seems to have a hunch. On the hammock in the yard, I sway. I learned my lesson on this sunny day. She hands me an iced tea. I start to dream. Of my paycheck tomorrow. Which I can spend without sorrow!