The Penny, by Reagan
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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. |
Posted: 2014-01-31 03:47:22 UTC |
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