Waiting To Be


Waiting To Be Found


I was dropped without a thought,

Beyond the sunlights glistening,

No one cared that I was gone,

Or that I now was missing. 


No poster fashioned for the cause,

To join me back to home,

No prayer offered for my loss,

No whaling cries or moans.


From where I am I can see,

So many passing by,

My screams all must be silent,

From the spot to which I lie.


Devalued by inflations grip,

It's happened to so many,

No one sees the value in,

The worthless lone lost penny

  • Author: williammae (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 11th, 2016 07:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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    WELCOME FRIEND - Great first poem - love the denouement in the last line ! Love the structure of your poem ~ Four neat quatrains and a consistent rhyme pattern (xaxa xbxb etc). Easy to read nice to recite. Love the contents there was a time (not so long ago) that finding a PENNY would seem like a treasure trove now most people would even ignore a SHILLING (5 pence). Money has lost its charm and (for many) life has lost it glitter. Thanks for caring - even about a PENNY ! Yours BRIAN

    • williammae

      Thank you for the comment,

    • lysistrata

      "Worthless lone lost penny",
      I found you!
      This last phrase deserves all the money in the world....
      Keep Writing.

      • williammae

        Thank you for the comment 🙂

      • isituorme


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