coin

If sadness were a thing

It would be a coin

Carried in my pocket

 

The shine worn down

From constant friction

Rattling next to keys

And bouncing next to lint

 

And one day

A hole would open up

And out comes

The coin

Left unnoticed

On a cracked sidewalk

Waiting for the next

Dumb fool

to pick it up

 

if sadness

were

a person

it would be

you

Reviews

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Sadness and humor . In one form quiet wise poem . There is lot of to be observe and reflect in my soul. Thank you very much.