Alone on the cold asphalt I lay,
Discarded like yesterday’s lover.
I wish someone would come along,
Picking me up when my luck is down.
Oh but when the hand does reach below,
How my life will change forever.
My worth is forever sealed in the hand,
Of a God who saw my value before I did.
***8 Lines - Entry for Writer's Cramp, February 21, 2017***
Prompt was: Someone finds a penny on the ground. Write a story or poem about how the penny got there from the penny's point of view.
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