Penny Dish Poem by Tim Larsen

Penny Dish

Rating: 4.5


The penny dish at the general store
Sits alone next to the cash register
It holds change
For people to use
For people to grant
A boy went up and
Used two pennies to pay
For his lunch
That had been left
By a businessman
In a suit
And an elderly woman
Replaced them with
A nickel of her own
It sits there
Holding, ready for, expecting
Change

Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: change
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raymond Wright 19 December 2007

Making the mundane intriguing is an art unto itself. Well done, indeed! Ray

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