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