One Silver Coin
And It slid to the gutter
Plunging deep in the sewage pipes
One silver coin it was
That made a difference for life
I never got a chance to witness
But the bits of words from pedestrians
Who spoke without caring who heard
Gave me clue to talk about
She, a good Samaritan, tossed a coin
At the empty silver plate
And missed by an inch or so
To the gutter and sewage pipes
He, a mere beggar in town
With filthy dirty and rugged clothes
Demanded for another silver coin
A silver coin she had no intension to part with
She stood shaking
Pedestrians watched and walked
He stood angry
With remorse and anger
She was hit by a stone
He picked a stone from the ground
She fell, never to wake up forever
He stood there, too shocked to move
©Lewis Wamwanda
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