Picking Up a Dime
I know how to find
Something silver like a dime
Just like brew in a stein
I wanted it to be mine
Without a decline
Decided to take the time
Challenge to bend my legs
Which were stiffened like pegs
But it is something I must do
Acting like a fool
Thinking I was cool
It made sense
For ten cents
Going down
My muscles started to frown
It was then
I must defend
My youthful athletic life
Before having my lovely wife
Stated its toll
And I needed to fold
“Honey I am stuck!
This dime was not a penny for good luck,
I cannot move in any way!
Was the true pay,”
I did answer
The question from my bride once a dancer
Stage name prancer
Having moves and curves
I got what I deserved
Laughing like a pitcher striking out a batter
She wanted to know “What’s the matter?
What happened?
Did you get an aging zap pin?
From playing a game
When in school everyone knew your name.”
I responded
In my wedding bliss bonded
“Oh, my cheerleader
Ever so sweeter
Can you get that dime?
That would be ever so kind
Then straighten my back
From this attack"
“Okay honey
We will do this for the money
Down there
Due to no one really giving a care”
Picking the coin up
My dear dropped it in a cup
Standing alone in the windowsill
Waiting to be changed into a bill
I gave her a thank
And said we need to take the dime to the bank
“But I have a nickel,” she replied
And wanted me to give her a ride
To the five and dime store
Where she could score
An excuse for us
To enjoy our lifelong trust
Over a sundae for two
Telling each other ‘I love you’
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2021
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