My Poetry

Penny

Put the penny in the pot
Surrounded by darkness,
And oh so lonely.

The penny lives out its days
Alone in its solitude,
No one to comfort it.

It holds onto hope
That one day it will have friends,
Or maybe it will be released.

The time never comes
Even when the penny is bashed,
against invisible walls of its prison.

What the penny doesn't know
Is that it was just a penny,
Who would care for a penny.

A penny is worthless
Practically nothing in the world,
Just an inconvenience to us.

Spare change in our pockets
Littering our street,
And getting in the way of payment.

We may call it a lucky penny
But that isn't true,
It's an object with no true value.