The Penny, by Reagan Subscribe to rss feed for 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. 
Posted: 2014-01-31 03:47:22 UTC

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