A Token-Coin
When I started to date, a token-coin I was given. I was told to hide it in my purse, never but never spend it away. If you ever need to call home, your token-coin will save the day. I never needed that token-coin, tucked away safe and sound. It was always there, where it belonged. One day I cleaned out my purse, I found that old token-coin.
As I began to rub it, all the years flashed by. I then realized all the love, given in that token-coin to keep by my side.
Date Written: 3/22/2021
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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