The Squandered Penny Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

There is a shiny penny in my hand
To be spent how I would like
So many choices
So much to see
Beckoning my shiny penny and me

Polished to perfection
It glows like the new day sun
So much brilliance
So much light
I hold on to my penny very tight

The days is passing
I am aware of the time
So many decisions
So many roads to try
Slowly my penny begins to oxidize

The moon turns into the rusted sun
Reminding that I have spent my day
Was it squandered in fear
Or on a path so clear
Should I have given my penny away?