The Coin..

Twenty years ago to this day
I came onto this world anew
Shining brightly, looking proud
I was the best of the new few

I first was owned by the richest bank
That was there in that big city
A few days later I was given away
To a lady who then gave me to charity

In that box where she put me
I mingled with my brothers
I was happy here with my kind
Some new like me and old others

A week or so later
I found myself travelling again
Jingling in a purse with few others
A needle poking me,causing pain

I was then thrown with force
Into a blind beggar’s bowl
He did not realize when I was lost
Out of his pocket which had a hole

I rolled down a steep hill that night
Till into a gutter I fell
Where I stayed till much later
Till I was picked up by a magnetic spell

The man saw me on his magnet
Now not so new and shiny
But he put me in his pocket
Where I met a mouse so tiny

He took care of me till few days back
When I was given off to pay a bill
Now I am in some hotel’s cash register
Waiting to be given away still

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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