The Coin-An Autobiography Poem by Swati Panda

Once on a sunny morn,
Many years ago.
In a mint, I was born
Where my friends gave me a bow.

I was then brand new!
Was as bright as stars!
I had made friends, but few,
In the neighbourhood of Mars.

With the King's effigy on my face,
I had my value on my tail.
I stood up with grace,
For I was really strong at scale.

Thrown into a big sack,
To a bank was sent away.
I knew I wouldn't be back,
In that smelly sack I lay.

I was handed to a man, one day,
Along with some bigger mates.
He took me through an alleyway,
In respect were waiting the grey gates.

My master gave me to a shopkeeper
In exchange for a packet he bought
And I was dropped into a drawer
A gloomy place I thought.

I was pushed into a pocket soon
I fell for it had a hole
I cried lying under the moon
For I was then just a lonely soul.

All over me, people stepped.
With big baggy boots.
Later, by a boy I was spotted
On whose shirt was a picture of coots.

'Thank goodness', I said
His eyes lit up like lamps
To examine me, he held
With his soft little hands.

In his piggy bank I was dropped
With him I cried never
He was sweet I recalled
And was with him forever! ! !