The Rolling Penny. Poem by Dietra Reid
The Rolling Penny.
It rolls down the hill like a roaring river.
This round, brown, mixture of metals.
Brand new it glistens in the golden Ray's
of the sun.
Life moves on. Time speeds to the future.
What of decades of time that this penny
has seen?What of the dusty roads that it
has traveled on? And the rain, sleet and
snow it has endured?
Now when it appears, age and rust is on the
surface.But is it's value any less?
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