C O I N E D

C O I N E D                                            .

  Sometimes I feel like an old discarded
C O I N                                                     
Worn                                                          
Weathered                                              
 Unnoticed                                                  
In open air                                                
 Sunning                                                    
 With the Shine long rubbed away           
To no longer reflect                     
  Sun                                                           
  Moon                                                          
Or Star                                                        
 Just Because                                             
  I’m not in a gutter                                    
  Doesn’t mean I haven’t been Displaced                                                 
  Laying there                                              
I scream out dully                                    
  I’M NOT  S P E N T                                    
 PICK ME UP
USE ME                                                     
  KEEP ME                             
  SAVE ME                                                  
 COLLECT ME                                             
 BUT DON’T WALK BY ME                      
   like all the Others   

So remember.            .            .
The next time you feel like something that doesn’t spend
not worth being picked up
Un-used
Thrown away
Not sought
Walked past
Shunned

YOU ARE THE CHANGE
THAT DOESN’T JINGLE
(only  c o u n t s)