The Penny

I spotted a penny
In a sidewalk gutter
Near a leaf and pebble
Dirty and quiet
I thought to retrieve it
But hesitated, hovering
Standing over it
I considered the coin
And what it would say about me
If I stooped to grab it
I looked around
To rule out a joke
Or humiliation
What did I need a penny for anyway?
What good was it?
How could it help me?
I took a step away
Then another
The penny grew smaller
But larger in my mind
I hoped it would be there tomorrow
Consider it again, I thought
It deserves a second chance
As do I

© Poem Fix http;// 2012

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