Pennies On The Ground

On Life and Living

Tossed away

of little value

nuisance copper bits

in pockets of silver,

of green.

Passer bys ignore them

save for

penniless indigents

who bask in such found treasure.

Large jar sits in a corner

of my room,


hundreds of pennies

no use just sittin‘.

Pockets full,

weighed down, I walk,

tossing handfuls

of pennies on the ground.

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