The Coin
A coin on the ground
it rumbles and shakes.
Dirt thrown on top
it’s lost its sake.
Weed touch its rough edges
welcome to your new home.
Passes now a wandering eye
a hand that feed will now roam.

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Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 7/15/2009 7:25:53 PM
Good as a passing reflection.

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