In For A Penny



A shiny new penny

Mint fresh from the bank

Crossing the palms

Of Clint and of Hank

The journey it’s had

It’s perils unknown

To a fountain perhaps

One day it was thrown

Lost was the penny

Alone in the dirt

Tossed from the pocket

Of a young woman’s skirt

Kept in a jar

For decades untold

The journey is not over

There’s more to unfold

A child’s favourite coin

Was once in a box

Hidden from view

Just under the socks

An actor once flipped

That polished up prop

For his role in a movie

As a villain or cop

Our penny has journeyed

In distance and time

A life in the sunshine

And others in grime

The dimes and the quarters

They all have a place

But the penny’s held dear

In a long state of grace

Our words are remembered

The copper sublime

In vernacular speech

It’s our place to shine

One for your thoughts

Another to save

Songs to be sung

Our penny so brave

The Canadian Penny has been discontinued.  It will be missed.

10 thoughts on “In For A Penny

  1. scifihammy

    Aw, sad really. But a lovely poem 🙂
    When I was a young child, I played with Farthings! A dis-continued quarter of an old British penny, with a little robin on it.



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