Penny Poem by William Mowell

A penny standing on end
Never once did it bend

The man who stood it up
Forever found a pot of luck

Until it fell he had it all
Women at his beckon call

The man never once thought
About the gravity that penny fought

The struggle of an Inadament object
He thought he was nothing less than perfect

For years that penny stood still
That is until

A man picked it up from its resting place
Took it for his own, up was Lincolns face

A world crumbling down on Old Jack Road
Miles away from where it started on Chrome

Neglected are life's little things
Men will fall without special wings

Symbolization of the will to fight
Gravity or the devil, some find the might

The battles of life come in different stages
From a gunfight to a battle over wages

Simple goes on, and complex collapses
Choose the simple or long form on your taxes

Fall or fly from heavens door again
We pass it on the street, but never let it in