Small Change

When we grow older and the 'new' wears off--

I was the glistening new penny,
you found along the way-
you would take me out
shine me in the sun,
show me off to everyone you knew.

You raved about my beauty ,
splendid shape and size-
carrying me like a lucky charm.
New, perfect, so easy to hold
in your hands and that made me perfect.

I was proud and content that you noticed.

As time went by,
I fell into the folds of your coat pocket.
My shine began to fade,
no more glistening in the sun.
Your attention focused elsewhere.

I wondered what had changed.
I grew tarnished from lack of attention.
Wasn't I still that perfect penny
that once made you feel lucky?
That you called perfect- easy to hold?

I miss the sunshine-the warmth of our hands-- feeling lucky.

Author's Note

Its hell becoming an old penny--

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Oh, it certainly is, but we are only as old as we allow ourselves to become in our minds!! I am well over the hill of youth and I refuse to think of myself being "tarnished". I love dancing, and modeling, and doing what I may to stay young at heart! Passion is that which burns within us - nobody can take that away!
I am sorry you feel like the penny that no longer shines! I think experience is worth so much more than what man considers beautiful.......beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
I like the way you inserted the one line for the break. It is a good poem!!