Life Story of a Coin

I’d like to tell you a short story of me, From being important to being alone. Like when I was in the middle of the stadium, And I was the one that was thrown. When I was new, I was clean, I was shiny, And I held everyone by the hand. And I was the most important friend to the kids, My value they could all understand. I’ve traveled the country so many times, In pockets, wallets, purses, and back packs. And I’ve been through every poker machine, And used in games of blackjack. I spent years in the bottom of a sealed up coin box, And under the mat in the car. And I’ve been in every donation tin, And in every work office coin jar. But at last my life of being valued has changed, I’m out of circulation as of today. I’m now important in this glass sealed cabinet, A member of a coin collection forever on display.