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The Penny Journey

Each passing day I am touched but an uncountable amount of hands

I am traded for morning coffees, tax on ones new dress and brunch shared with two loved ones.

I used to be shiny, all new and unused.

Now, after every day of travel I become slightly more emerald and pungent.

Once I was kept by a small old lady, she called me her “good luck”.

I liked staying in her warm footwear, even though it got sweaty.

I fell while she was walking one day and then picked up by a little boy and his mother.

I am thankful for all of my journeys and would not trade them for anything.

I do not know where I will be in twenty years, let alone tomorrow,

But that does not scare me.


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