pennies matter
I may not be Gold and I may not be Silver.
Yes I rust away. I am only Copper. What do you expect me to do?
We may not shine like the rest but, we are Diamonds in Discretion.
If you look a little closer a Glimmer will stain your eye, then will you only see pure
beauty.
pennies matter too.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world