The penny dish at the general store
Sits alone next to the cash register
It holds change
For people to use
For people to grant
A boy went up and
Used two pennies to pay
For his lunch
That had been left
By a businessman
In a suit
And an elderly woman
Replaced them with
A nickel of her own
It sits there
Holding, ready for, expecting
Change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Making the mundane intriguing is an art unto itself. Well done, indeed! Ray