I found a penny on the floor,
Shiny and bright like never before,
Back on a sunny day in nineteen seventy-four.
I threw it far on a windy, Spring day,
Where did it go, this penny I cast away.?
There were many more like it, dated that year,
Where has it gone, that penny tossed without care.
I pulled a penny from my pocket today, a penny from change,
I dropped it on the floor, when I picked it up so aged and old.
The date on it said nineteen seventy four just as so long ago,
What if after forty years of travel my penny found its way to me,
Imagine these things that might be, what if all is a possibility.