the penny.

it was just another cold winter day.

as i hurried toward the warmth of 

my room,

i saw a penny on the sidewalk

glistening from the light of the 

midday sun. 

i hurried on,

not wanting to stop to claim the

simple coin.

i’d pass this same penny again,

and again and

again.

each time, it’s color faded,

the sun’s light

dimming.

finally, as night fell and i walked to

my building for the 

last time,

i stooped to pick the penny up. 

it was cold, even

in my numbing hand, and 

i wondered how it went the whole day

unnoticed.

truly, it was a sign you had

meant it for me. 

i kept it in my pocket for days,

its smooth surface 

reassuring. 

when i tired of touching it

every time i sought the warmth

of my pocket,

i dropped it in my

coin jar.

now, lost amongst other coins

just as special as itself,

it waits to be

cashed in for

something

trivial.