I'm like a coin in a pocket.
Always falling unpredictably,
and clumsily onto the floor,
I lay there, until someone picks me up.
They get me in their pockets,
And I stay there, feeling safe,
Until once again, I fall onto the floor,
By their careless mistakes,
and they don't even realize it -
that I am gone, until they need me,
To buy something with my worth.