A Penny's Worth - Poem by Wayne Bowen
A single penny on the ground,
many chances to be found.
Left ignored in it's place,
lying in the open space.
Saving for a rainy day,
or was it simply thrown away?
Was it saved for children's fun
like a penny piece of gum?
Did some one dropp in while in pain,
never again to be the same?
Many hands passing through,
with lifetimes lived and deeds to do.
Many past events to see,
it could be part of history.
Should value be only what I see,
or what you really know of me?
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