The Penny

The shiny penny
So pretty and new
Begging to be picked up
And begging to be used

The penny feels lonesome
Lying on the street
People keep walking by
Kicking it to the side

Why can’t they see its shiny copper face?
Why must they look at it as a complete waste?
The penny gives us hope, the penny gives us luck
I don’t walk by but pick it up

I feel for the shiny penny,
So beautiful and rare
I can’t bear to spend it
Nor can I just leave it there

I stick it in my pocket to keep it safe and warm
I protect it from being thrown randomly on the floor
Or being tossed in a fountain with someone’s big dreams
The shiny penny can’t rot beneath someone’s feet

The shiny penny has a story to tell
But no one will let it speak
The shiny penny has a new home
and will be treasured by me

Reviews

[Erinne S.]

This was so cute! I enjoyed reading this one. I loved how you took a simple object and turned it into something valuable and treasured.

Great write!

~Erinne