The Humble Penny

I remember the humble penny although not humble when i a child one could divide it by four farthings shared with one’s parents then one for me. Although not humble when i a child one quarter saved in the old tea pot, shared with one’s parents then one for me saving for another rainy day. One quarter saved in the old tea pot sitting snug and warm on the mantel, saving for another rainy day until the day of dad’s funeral. Sitting snug and warm on the mantel one could divide it by four farthings, until the day of dad’s funeral I remember the humble penny. © Harry J Horsman 2012