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.