For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


95. Coin

Silvery and shiny

Sitting in my hand

Light as a feather

Despite its metallic properties.


Worth so much

Yet worth so little,

To me it is special,

A treasure from the road.


I sit and stare

Wondering what to do,

What I could purchase

With this small silver coin.


Going to the shops

Tightly clutching the coin,

Not wanting to part with it

But knowing that's its destiny.

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