The Coin

I am a proud owner of a coin Meticulously minted in the year nineteen seventy one Since then he has seen enough green And bathed in the abundant sun Place to place he moved Touched many a hand dirty and cleaned Closely felt the heat of neighbours’ jealousy Often become the victim of greed He is fed up with his life As I am with mine While we are contemplating How I should spend him And in return he should buy me a luxurious death A shrill cry is heard telling us How we could be so selfish and harsh If we can not live for ourselves Why we should not live for others As we are both, for many a love and a dream