Poetry
A spent coin, worn and grubby
sharp edged, dull faced
green stained
date rubbed by so many hands
dropped rolled and spun
I've come to rest
face up to the morning sun
Been writing a bit of poetry again. I like this one.
sharp edged, dull faced
green stained
date rubbed by so many hands
dropped rolled and spun
I've come to rest
face up to the morning sun
Been writing a bit of poetry again. I like this one.