Ten Cents

Ten cents is only that, Hardly enough To be worth picking up It won’t buy milk, It won’t buy bread, Not even the paper Made to be read. It’s a shining small coin Not worth very much Smaller than an egg Waiting to hatch. It’s the sort of thing One gives away Without feeling loss On many a day. Imagine now, That you be me You have someone there That you love and need He is a man not there With a mind of his own And he leaves you ten cents With a note that his going. He tells you that ten cents Is all you are worth You sit down and cry out And want to be heard But there’s no-one here now And you cry all alone. There is no one that cares then Nothing but pain You want it so over, This life that your in, You look for some reason That makes death a sin. It would all be so easy To just slip on by Your only worth ten cents And no one would cry.