'Midnight Conversation in a Bar' by Donal Mahoney

Midnight Conversation in a Bar
 
The dapper young man tells
the homeless man one stool over,
After I get my law degree,
I’ll get an MBA and go to Wall Street 
and make a million before I’m thirty.
 
And after that?
the homeless man asks,
sipping the longneck
the young man has bought him.
 
I’ll start a business,
says the young man,
and make another million
by the time I’m forty,
buy a nice house in the country,
then franchise the busines
so my kids can earn 
as much money as I will.
You want your kids to do well.
Otherwise, why have them?
They cost money.
 
And after that?
the homeless man asks,
almost finished with his beer.
 
I’ll retire and buy condos
in Paris and London,
go on safari to Africa, 
buy gold against inflation.
Once I retire I want to have fun. 
 
And after that?
the homeless man asks,
lighting another cigarette
the young man has given him.
 
I’ll die when I get old
unless they invent something
that stops death, maybe a drug.
I’ll arrange my funeral
in advance, some big church, 
don’t care which one
as long as they have a choir
to keep the wife happy.
And I’ll hire a good lawyer
to handle the estate.
Don’t want Uncle Sam
getting rich off me.
 
And after that?
the homeless man asks,
looking for another drink.
 
Donal Mahoney