The Penny

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By Reagan

We were all a metal chain Linked together by a common shame. We felt lonely Unloved Deserted Worthless. Like a penny on the ground people just walked on by. They stepped on us and didn't think for a minute why. We were the same in that way. We were all just helpless pennies on the ground. But then one day a few men in black suits walked by. With these fancy briefcases and their wireless phones. They were different, they were cool, they were handsome, and I was a fool. It was a sunny day when they passed by. We all looked an admired those guys. They stopped and smiled and picked us up. The man that picked me up only took a look. He threw me back on the ground. Oh what a shameful fall. And I cried my eyes out as they ran off with you all. I didn't know what was wrong. I never knew all along. That in a world full of worthless pennies. I was the most invaluable of them all. Never again did I see yall. I heard that you were living good lives. In a cash register, the fancy corporate vault, and a kid's piggy bank. Someone treasured you so much they wanted to keep you safe. Not me, not I I was all alone It didn't take me long to accept my fate. But still everyday I hoped and wished that someone would pick me up. Sitting on that sidewalk simply wasn't enough. I am a penny. I felt better when you were around, We were all worthless together on that cold icy ground. Worthless wasn't so bad when I had yall to rely on. Now all I have is a string to hang on. I will never understand What made you more valuable than me. We were all pennies with the same availability. Now I understand As all this time has passed on A man in a black suit with a phone in his hand, Will never take me home.

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