My Coin Collection
When I was a boy I had a coin collection.
Each one a prime example of its type,
Worth well beyond the face value
Their small differences and minor flaws
Raising them in the eye of the collector.
In the beginning, God engraved a die with His image,
And stamped out Adam and Eve, the first ‘proof set’.
Thousands of generations later
We’re still made from that same original mold.
We each have the same face value – one human being,
But the Great Collector values us for our flaws,
And our differences.
Copyright © Robert Grappel | Year Posted 2016
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