Twopence

Twopence

A Poem by H.
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Your thoughts are pennies and we all are wishing wells.

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So quick to take the twopence, you,
And save it for a rainy day.
A shame no sun will
Ever sprout your copper seeds.

What reason led you to believe
Your treasure'd yield you money trees?
You'll rot beside it
Soon enough; you've strung your noose.

A penny for your thoughts, perhaps?
A sorry token asked you loose.
If not a miser
We might find the best in you.

© 2008 H.


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I don't know that what I have to say will be relevant, entirely. This reminds me of my own struggle to share myself/thoughts with others. I'm afraid of rejection, yet I think I'm brilliant, but I don't even give people the opportunity to see for themselves... so, I'm digging my own hole, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. I think I'm some diamond in the rough, but if I never break loose, I'll never shine. People will just see some misshapen lump.

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I don't know that what I have to say will be relevant, entirely. This reminds me of my own struggle to share myself/thoughts with others. I'm afraid of rejection, yet I think I'm brilliant, but I don't even give people the opportunity to see for themselves... so, I'm digging my own hole, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. I think I'm some diamond in the rough, but if I never break loose, I'll never shine. People will just see some misshapen lump.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Playful and dark. I like it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 29, 2008

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H.
H.

Panama City, FL



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I've thrown away the map, but can't let go of the wheel. I'm a musician. I've been writing poetry for much longer than I've been playing, so it's odd I consider myself as such first and foremost. .. more..

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