In Consequential

I'm losing count of how

Many days it's been.

He's happy,

I'm happy,

Or I was.

He sickens me.

He darkens me.

He's hardened me.

Tossed aside for lack of change

But he has changed me.

I am no longer a face of a penny

He no longer has say over

Which of our faces lands down.

He no longer holds me down.

I was with little sense so

I was abandoned for a dime.

But I AM GOLD he

Cannot afford anymore.

I thank him.

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