thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]

12 // penny

POEM #12: PENNY

As the tokens dance, clink, and roll,
So do the hopes of the hands taking its gleam—
Where markets entwine, the heart stalls,
But true delight— remains a fleeting theme.

With the medal's weight, it held a charm,
From ancient lands, to the bustling street,
The promising cries and hurried glances,
As greed crept in, so does love– a retreat.

Warmth slowly spreads, as time competes,
The guilded dreams start to be rich and free,
In every mind, the seasons stand tall,
But in the quiet, life will simply be.