“PENNY”
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.
Keith Garrett
This poem’s theme makes me wonder happened with objects from my past: an older car donated to goodwill or a former house I owned. They, as well as the penny, have stories to share.
I think of things I have had and where they may be.
On Sun, Feb 9, 2020 at 2:56 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Pennies and even people can come back around …. when you least expect it:) Nice thought!
Thanks so much for your thoughts.
On Thu, Feb 27, 2020 at 7:16 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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