Pennies Will Rust

  Photo courtesy of  Jeffrey on Flickr

Photo courtesy of Jeffrey on Flickr

Pennies Will Rust

By Kerri Liss


Pennies will rust

Papers combust

Tell me where exactly

we've placed our trust?

 

I look around

Eyes to the ground

Searching for things that I've

already found.

 

Treasures are left

Nothing is kept

For I have my two cents

in my pocket.

 

I'd rather write

Stay up all night

Count stars not money as

dark turns to light.

 

From my pen's ball

I will tell all

That we're more than just coin

Incidental.


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