A Penny For Your Thoughts

April 3, 2017
By skaplan290 BRONZE, Sherman Oaks, California
skaplan290 BRONZE, Sherman Oaks, California
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A penny for your thoughts,
my grandpa used to say,
handing me a dull, bronze coin.

Cupping the cold metal in my hand,
admiring it, observing it,
everything was ok.

No stiff chemical smell,
no IVs, no flimsy blue gowns.
No radiation, no chemo, no prognoses
just a simple penny.

But soon the time came
when luck ran out.
No more dull, bronze coins glinting in my hand,
only tears, glinting on my cheeks.

This is what I remember when I find a lucky penny,
sometimes two, three times a week
I’ll spot a coin on the floor,
and I’ll remember.


The author's comments:

This poem is inspired by my grandfather, who was, and still is, one of the most inspirational people in my life. His influence has really shaped me as a person, and lucky pennies have helped me keep his memory alive. I hope that a reader can be able to relate to this poem, and that it can remind them of someone they love. 


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Tohoak BRONZE said...
on Apr. 7 2017 at 10:33 am
Tohoak BRONZE, Crawforsville, Indiana
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This is sweet and sad!! Great job!


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