The Coin
I struck a mark upon a coin
When just a lad of ten
And through the years to my surprise
It turned up now and then
But never did I cling to it
I spent it every time
And when I least expected it
Again that coin I’d find
Some have found it curious
I paid it little mind
But it was not coincidence
That brought it back each time
That coin I marked so long ago
Can never travel far
Such coins are not mere currency
They’re part of who we are
Steven Pein
3 January 2011
.
No comments:
Post a Comment