Ken Duddle Poet I do not know?

Nothing But Lint

Nothing But Lint

Nothing but lint 
in my pocket.
 It could be said
that I am skint.
I did have cash
to start the day.
 But money, 
no sooner earned, 
is no sooner spent … 
they say. 
Now I sit alone 
in a diner cafe. 
Slowly drinking 
one last black coffee. 
But hey! 
What is that
on the floor? 
Near the leg of the table
by the door. 
It's a new penny coin 
all shiny with glint. 
Now there is something 
in my pocket … besides lint.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Pace Ink-U-Script April 27, 2012 at 10:10 PM Cute poem...I was just thinking about writing a poem dealing with loose pennies on the ground..regards...INK-U-SCRIPT Ken Duddle April 28, 2012 at 5:40 PM thanks. It was a prompt from another writing site. Lint in pocket or something. Coming to the end of my back catalogue now. May have to do new ones.