coin

by Unknown

Jun 2011 486 Views 8 comments

The coin

Author: Unknown

I saw a coin
drop to the floor
within this hectic
busy store

It lay alone
its value poor
its destiny
was now unsure

I watched till
someone picked it up
conveyed it too
a box not square

And now its value
high would be
now to find
her destiny

The box was named
Alzheimer's society
and she was spent
now purposly

Our journeys change
as this coin too
where destiny
can transport you

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Posted: Jun 2011

About this poem:

It was a 2 pence english coin i saw, and related this poem on what happened

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Comments (8)

RedexNorthumberland, England UKJun 24, 2011

a wonderful piece this made me laugh, and think all at once

christian22OPcardiff, Mid Glamorgan, Wales UKJun 25, 2011

hi redex, that was nice of you to say..glad you liked it..thanks

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKJun 25, 2011

Lovely poem, how often I wonder at the million's of people who have held the money I have in my purse, in their hand's, geez, I need to get a life

christian22OPcardiff, Mid Glamorgan, Wales UKJun 25, 2011

hi odette67, thank you for that thoughtful comment..money seems to find itself traveling everywhere...hope you get the life you want to find..

EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusJun 25, 2011

[Our journeys change
as this coin too
where destiny
can transport you]

i am seldom wowed, but this write wowed me..., thanks soo much for sharing your deep insight...

christian22OPcardiff, Mid Glamorgan, Wales UKJun 25, 2011

hi earlgreytea, thank you once again for the appreciation of the poetry, you also do some really nice work..