I’m not a dime that you dropped on the sidewalk,
As you kept walking ’cause your pockets were overflowing.
But when lean times set in,
You came back around the block, remembering me.
You spotted me and thought, “Voila! There she blows.”
But when you bent down to pick me up, I didn’t budge.
I looked available, but now I am immersed into the pavement.
I am no longer a lost dime. I am an engraved star.
Cemented in place as you are forever reminded,
Of what you overlooked.
Lynn M.
May 30, 2021
Published on May 30, 2021 08:51