Pennies...
Men don’t spend them.
There is loose brown change all over this house.
I love to find them and bring them to the change jar,
An oversized wine bottle, drunk long ago and put away, til the man who came to fix the boiler
Looked at it in its case and said, you know what you should do with that,
You should keep your change in it.
And so I do, I bring the pennies, drop them in,
chingle clink ching.
No wishes on this one, I think,
As I eye the brown disc on the floor beneath the sink.
But then it occurs to me, maybe there is –
We all have the Euro now
And it is not unimaginable, beyond the realms of possibility
That one of your blessed pennies, the enchanted ones,
Could have made its way, through countless fingers,
unwished upon,
to my bathroom floor,
to me.
2 comments:
We keep all change smaller than 20p in a bag on the dressing table. Once a year I put it all in bags and take it to the bank - it funds our Christmas card-cakes!
Mr. Moon keeps his change in a box on his dresser which is so heavy that it's hard to move when I dust. Which is infrequent, to be honest.
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