A Wheat Penny
As a child I came across money
The type it was an old penny
My father had told me to keep it
I did not know that it had credit
The older the penny the more it is
Father told me my eyes went a bliss
A smile came to my face
It was hard to erase
Grinning with so much content
I raise my hand for this cent
My mother had saw me with a smile
It's like seeing mischievous crocodile
I clamp my fingers on the penny so hard
In such happiness I held it like a card
The penny did not have a shine
I looked at it this was mine
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
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