The Penny

People traveling over the main road Not realizing their load Cars and trucks travelling over me While I’m the penny patiently waiting to see Someone has to pick me up This I just hate, the waiting I cannot tolerate! Suddenly someone passes by Thinking it’s their lucky day Collects me and puts me in their pocket And, that is where I stay Until, they need to use me.... Once more, out I come again Hands exchanged; I am rearranged Nothing in life remains the same. ©Holly P. Moore October 2012

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/15/2012 10:34:00 PM

Holly, love your work..pd

Richard Palmer

Date: 10/15/2012 6:24:00 PM

great journey,the life story of a penny,great write HOLLY

Carol Eastman

Date: 10/15/2012 5:40:00 PM

Loved it. My son won't pick up pennies. He says they are worthless. I never pass them by. The difference is that he's still in school and I'm paying his bills... LOL... Soon, he'll learn when he Graduates.

Allison Ballard

Date: 10/15/2012 9:00:00 AM

Really interesting piece. enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.

David Williams

Date: 10/15/2012 5:37:00 AM

Holly I just love this little personification tale of a lost penny, good metaphors and nice layout as well...David