Timothy Mattson Poet Rhyme

The Penny and the Dime

Together in my pocket,
    With no future in mind.
They often rub against each other,
    As if they are blind.

Recalling better times, when
    They weren't so small.
With memories of buying bits of 
    Candy, or even making a call.

This history is lost on most,
    From a time long ago.
As those few who might remember,
    Are now, all too slow.

So while plentiful, their use is
    Limited, and to some, even strange.
As their value comes about as an
    Afterthought, and they're given as change.

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