The nickel is like my mother
A dull exterior from the exchanges
traveled from state to state since ‘59
Once glistening with a smooth edge,
now chipped and *****
The satisfaction in Tom Jefferson’s face
faded and weak
But it still has value

New York raised and proud
now residing in the uncomfortably quiet countryside
Once shining with ambition
an attitude of devotion  
Struck with 58 years of
unexpected endings and isolation
But she still has value

Some people let go of their change
They say,
"it is a nuisance"
they prefer crisp dollars
Warm in my hands,
I am not afraid to hold onto mine