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

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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