I see you there
Lying on the cold cement.
Destitute in the puddle;
The rain steadily beats down on us.
A dull, cold scrap
Is what you are.
Fallen from someone’s pocket
And left to the fate of these sidewalks
I wonder how long
You’ve laid there.
Seconds, minutes, days, years;
Time holds no meaning for you.
Long ago you once
Shone and were valued,
But now you are dulled;
No longer considered a treasure.
Many have passed by;
Have any stopped to stare at you?
Did any stop to think
Whether to stay or to leave you too?
What do you think, little penny?
Do you miss the feeling of warmth
Or of usefulness in your coppery body?
If so, then I will take you with me.