Pocketful of Change This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

August 11, 2010
I carry a pocketful of change in my pocket.

I give pennies to the homeless

and nickels to the damned.

My quarters go to the politicians,

who suck the dollars right out of the blue-collared,

and need them the most.

There's always a coin or two in my jeans

to get a smile out of someone's face,

and one day I hope to see

that the change I carry in my pocket

will become the change I see in the world.

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Jared_T. said...
Oct. 22, 2013 at 5:57 pm
Very nice little meaningful poem.  Question though, are you trying to say that the politicians need your quarters, or the blue-collars?
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 4, 2010 at 4:58 pm
Wow, a very inspiring poem. You write very well, and I love how you are saying that kindness is held out like coins. The piece was so good that you even pulled off the formerly cliche 'change' pun! Well done.
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