Poetry


•the penny poem•
I’m like the penny you walked over.
I’m the one you never cared about
Only when you were one cent short you wish you picked me up.
Only worth a cent, not typically rare.
But when you needed me I was always there.
But you kept walking over me.
I became discontinued, I became rare.
”see a penny pick it up...”
and hold it, tight.. that may be the last penny that lays on the ground for you.

- Alicia Marie

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