The Coin

I am a proud owner
of a coin 
Meticulously minted
in the year nineteen
seventy one 
Since then he has
seen enough green 
And bathed in the
abundant sun
Place to place he
moved 
Touched many a hand
dirty and cleaned 
Closely felt the
heat of neighbours’
jealousy
Often become the
victim of greed  
He is fed up with
his life 
As I am with mine 
While we are
contemplating 
How I should spend
him 
And in return he
should buy me a
luxurious death 
A shrill cry is
heard telling us 
How we could be so
selfish and harsh 
If we can not live
for ourselves
Why we should not
live for others 
As we are both, for many a 
love and a dream

deathlifefree verse

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