A Penny For Your Thoughts Poem by Dennis Lange

As I was walking, deep in thought,
I saw a penny on the ground.
I stooped to pick the copper up;
Erect, the thought could not be found.

Oh, well. It happens all the time.
As I grow older, thoughts oft fly
As fast as quail burst from their walk,
As far as rockets pierce the sky.

At least this time, the shiny cent,
The cause I chanced to come across,
Is parked still in my pocket, safe,
And I have payment for my loss.