Christmas's Penny

A gift has come down 

Instead of wearing a crown

It lays near the ground like a

Lost penny. 

Waiting to be picked up and circulated around. 

What can a penny buy these days?

The youth are with an answer graced.

All the things a penny used to buy 

Detailed without haste,

Stories told of olden days. 

Considered nearly worthless now,

Used to tile walls or floors somehow,

The penny is forgotten for it’s true worth. 

Made of a metal precious and rare

Conducting electrial current everywhere. 

Recycled, worth more than metals like steel. 

Frozen now under Lincoln’s face,

And laws prohibiting disgracing by defacing.

Metal stuff worth more in the rough. 

Trapped in a shell says “you’re not enough.”

Human child, Father-less waif,

Lucky your mother did for you wait. 

Nine months long, months of pain. 

Voices, laughter, crying “shame!”

She waited long and suffered on,

Months that turned to years beyond

Childhood gone. 

Viewing your sorry fate,

As hands hung you up with hate.  

Scarred her heart, your wounds never need heal that far, 

Before you were gone... on beyond years. 

Our time waits for you.  

Time that you are free from now. 

My shell counts away the moments,

The days, until I be caught away. 

Penny found with a different face. 

On the other side of disgrace

A place

With pillars white

A palace with no night. 

In God we Trust to see it. 

Lydiangeline
December 2017