Spare a thought for tiny penny,
how sad those folks that haven't any.
It's the smallest coin of the realm
and made of copper, like a charm.
Those who don't even have a stitch
they could become immensely rich
if only others to them brought
a shiny penny for each thought.
“A penny for your thoughts,”
she said.
What is my thought worth?
I wonder.
“That'll be more than a penny,”
I reply.
“A penny for your thoughts,”
we say.
What might our thoughts really be worth?
Who can read them?
How embarrassing might they be?
Thoughts expressed and written
can be evaluated,
may have value.
Those that remain in my head
stay private.
What value privacy?
If I keep them secret,
what value secrecy?
Thinking aloud as on social media
may be costly
“In for a penny, in for a pound.”
I keep mum.
As I ponder the meaning of life,
several things come to mind.
I'd love to share them all with you
but first... my formula.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I was born in 1793
I have a bronze sconce
For everyone to see
I get around the world scene
Much like Santa Claus
Much like Magdalene
Created in this image
I am also on the $5 bill
A Mt. Rushmorean visage
But now I must say goodbye
No more to be cast
No more to die
In each pocket that I tickle
No more keeping company
With a quarter, dime or a nickel
Because my worth is less than I cost
Read my epitaph
"A Penny For Your Thoughts"
Post Script:
In the death of me
A lonely one cent piece
Hold on tight to my memory
So don't let go of me in vain
Remember the Beatles
Remember Penny Lane
And I was hoping to relax
With this copper-toned beauty
That shored up sales tax
It all started that one autumn evening
Wind blowing by my hair and tree leaves rustling
Echoing over my warm laughter
With yours blending in.
As the tinge of sunset hues reflected in your eyes
Like they did in mine
Perhaps I should've said it then
Or maybe after we left the ice-cream parlor
Or the cinema, the internet café,
The restaurant or even the amusement park
I guess you noticed
But again you couldn't possibly have.
I'd trade it all for you
For memories that would never grow old like autumn trees
I'd love to relive all our moments.
Guess I really should've said it
Maybe I'd still be making photocards with you under the warm sunlight gaze
Its now winter
My nights are longer and my heart is colder
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
But perhaps my string of fate isn't tied to yours
If I'd said then that the one thing I can't trade
Is my reality for yours
Maybe, just maybe
I'd have someone as sweet as you to ask me
"Penny for your thoughts?"
A
Saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There's many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
Is a word not heard much these days
Its value's much less than a cent
We'd used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store it was a big event
FOR
Many years its value has decreased
There's a rumour it'll not longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I surely do miss
YOUR
Thoughts are surely “what an old geezer”
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days I still pine
THOUGHTS
Of sodas, ice cream and lollipops
Linger in the depth of my being
Tears can be seen trickling down my cheek
A warm sentimental old feeling
A penny for your thoughts
A question for your reasons
Just connect the dots
And you will find that every trial
Has a season you have a reason to be
So just wait and see all that this life
Has for you and all you can be
World of keen pens
Earth seep kens hence
Sphere glens verve wits.
A
Saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There's many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
Is a word not heard much these days
Its value's much less than a cent
We'd used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store it was a big event
FOR
Many years its value has decreased
There's a rumour they'll not longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I surely do miss
YOUR
Thoughts are surely “what an old geezer”
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days I still pine
THOUGHTS
Of sodas, ice cream and lollipops
Linger in the depth of my being
Tears can be seen trickling down my cheek
A warm sentimental old feeling
an old penny
lying on the sidewalk -
heads or tails?
8/5/21
Tell me what you're thinking,
Show me what you’re feeling.
Penny was lost in the city
A passing young lad thought her pretty
He gave her a whistle
This made Penny bristle
She scowled at the lad, what a pity
So many pennies,
lost in the system,
rejected, neglected,
dejected -
cursed by '99' price tags,
a charity box favourite,
nobody wants nor waits for.
So many forgotten pennies,
lost on the streets or behind our sofas,
yet pounds are never thrown away.
Both are round, so why do they only care for the pound?
Maybe its a matter of currency and colour,
or social structure, value and power.
No pound without pennies,
only empty piggy banks and jars,
but pound lovers take pennies for granted,
abuse us, belittle us, try to control us.
They get jealous of our shine,
try to manipulate us into a mouldy depression -
no wonder there are so many homeless pennies.
When did we stop being a priority,
descend to the bottom of society.
Just because we are misunderstood, do not fit in,
we are still round, but ignored by the system
a conflict of civilisation.
Imagine if all the pennies got together,
instead of being slaves to the pound?
Then surely we'd be stronger,
or would we just become pounds?
Has the penny dropped yet?
Sunday thoughts
Silent One
9 February 2020
A
Saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There are many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
Is a word not heard much these days
Its value's much less than a cent
We'd used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store, it was a big event
FOR
Many years its value has decreased
There's a rumor they'll no longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I surely do miss
YOUR
Thoughts are surely “what an old geezer”
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days, I still pine
THOUGHTS
Of sodas, ice cream, and lollipops
Linger in the depth of my being
Tears can be seen trickling down my cheek
A warm sentimental old feeling
A
saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There's many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
is a word not heard much these days
Its value is less than a cent
We used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store, it was a big event
FOR
many years its value has decreased
There's a rumour they'll not longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I dearly miss
YOUR
thoughts are probably, what an old geezer
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days we still pine
THOUGHTS
of sodas, ice cream and lollipops
Linger in the depth of our being
Tears can be seen trickling down our cheeks
A sad but a joyous a feeling
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