If I was a penny coin
Laying there,
My copper dull
And my edges chipped,
Would come and pick me up?

People have walked past me.
Some pick me up then throw me back down once they realise
I was of less worth than they thought.
I've been shoved in the dirt.
I have watched rain pool around my edges
I've been frozen over stuck way under snow.
But would you pick me up and place me deep inside your pocket?

You don't even to use me.
Can you just keep me there,
where it's warm?