Wade you are so handsome
A love that's strong and true
Penny is my baby
She comes to me when I'm feeling blue
Logan is my little bear
Chipping, soft to touch
Sally is so close to me
I love her oh so much
Felix is the trouble
He is the one that knocks
To tell the truth I love all my cats
Even if they do steal my socks

Mom always said not to frown
If I'd had something to be happy about, my smile wouldn't of been upside down

Now on my brow
Is a permanent scowl
Chiseled in stone
From when I've grown cold

People complain about crows feet
But every person like that I meet
I can't help but see smiling eyes
A happy face has always been their guise

Maybe their an optimist always seeing the glass half full
Boy wouldn't that be a useful tool

But it's hard not to be a pessimist when your glass is always empty
Not even for my thoughts a penny

Even when there is some hope and I think my cup is getting full
The powers that be shows me to be quiet a fool

They knock my cup over to watch me run
Like a little bug under their gun

Is it to much to ask for a little fun
To see a little more than the midnight sun
So on my face a smile can bleed
Not just temporary happiness that misleads

I found a penny on the ground today.
And you better believe I picked it up.

And I held that little delicate coin in my hands so tight.
That the color started to fade away.

I was holding on so tight hoping that this penny would be the answer to my questions.
I was holding on so tight trying to make my dreams come true.

I was holding on so tight that Honest Abe himself shouted:

“Hey kid, *******!”

When the penny has
dropped on the situation,
and the silence binds
your obligation,
I am sorry.

I sat not really sure what was on my mind
Was it the cold night with shivers threw my spine
Or was it a bunch of things going threw my artistic mind

Now I realized I was overthinking such a simple question
But there so much I could mention

I could talk about the stars I see out my window
Or maybe that movie I watched earlier with the widow

But instead I over thought and soon forgot
What original was my penny for thought

There’s a burning in her eyes,
High reaching lace like a poison choker,
Hands around a swan’s throat,
She’s the type who would ****** the world,
Then break its neck,
But even then, she still spits poetry every time she speaks,
Everyone has their curses,
She hides hers in the darkness.

On a cold night he sits at a side of the road
covering himself with torn newspaper silently praying to God.

"Dear God today I was lucky after a very long time.
I found a penny alone like me so shiny and bright.
I looked around and took it knowing it was wrong.
But I was starving for so many days that I even lost the count.
I felt proud as I entered to buy rather then searching bins.
It felt as if I own this world but please don't consider it a sin.
The happiness of holding that penny in the hand was the best ever.
I got a little selfish and didn't thought to share with others.
I thought to save it but couldn't control and bought a sweet.
Ah! It tasted much better than rotten meat.
I licked it a little and saved it in my pocket for the whole day.
It even fell in sand but I couldn't just lose it that way.
I was so lost so excited that I forgot to thank You.
But now I realize that I should share my feelings with You too.
So many things to sorry for but I'd thank You first for making me so lucky.
When I opened my eyes this morning, I never thought I'd find a penny.
Rather than asking a comfortable night I wish to be lucky again.
I wish that tomorrow at the same time I won't be hungry again (Amen)."

I’ve dubbed my wastebasket the wishing well
Well I wish for nothing more than a dime of
creativity to hit me,  ripple across my wrinkles
Knocking some sense in,
sink beneath my pores
So swallow my codswallop wishing well
because this is another petty penny for you.

© Matthew Harlovic