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
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Author:
williammae (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2016 07:52
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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
Thank you for the comment,
"Worthless lone lost penny",
I found you!
This last phrase deserves all the money in the world....
Keep Writing.
Thank you for the comment 🙂
Brilliant
Thank you 🙂
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