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Well-worn copper [43]

Well-worn copper

Lincoln never visited Denver, a mob-ruled town
where "a man's life is of no more worth than a dog's".
Now I gaze at his worn face minted in 1999,
stamped with a D.

But not D for Dad who died in 1999
when this coin was a shiny copper.
And not dust as surely both now are,
as surely as I will be some day.

How can a penny be worth so little
when once as a child I counted every one.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.43] (6.juli.2022)

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* Quote is from William Hepworth Dixon

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