"Non-Cents"
Born of copper intertwined,
On a hot press in 1969.
Never meant to be worth more than a cent,
Carrying a rigid core that could not be bent.
With all of the shoving, moving tossing and throwing,
It was that core that kept him going
With over 45 years of circulation,
he strolled through every state in the nation.
A long and eventful life well spent,
Considering he was merely a cent
As he tumbled around in yet another dryer,
His thoughts grew heavy as the heat got higher.
He felt just like you and me
And did not know his destiny
He tumbled into the pocket of an old shirt
Where he found a new sense of comfort
In Moments like this, he remembered he had no home
He had always been one and too often alone
The other coins in his life came and went
to other banks and shops to be spent
He wished to be bigger and smaller than none,
The very next moment.. the dryer was done
His shirt was pulled from the rest,
And now laid near a little boys chest
He felt the thumping and
The little boy’s heart pumping
The boy then walked to a nearby garden
And in the middle, there stood a fountain
He gathered all the hope he had left
And placed it into that one cent
With a face full of tears
He wished for a few more years,
Held the coin firmly in a fist
Lifted his hand and flicked his wrist
The coin fell to the fountain floor
Where he was not alone anymore
He thought, “The universe had answered, how strange,
A wish for a wish, an even exchange!”
Now, surrounded with friends a new job to do
The coin worked on making the boys wish come true