This year it costs 1.8 cents to make a penny.
It is, perhaps, similar to spending an hour
on an eleven-line poem that very few people
will read. And still, they mint the penny.
And still, I write the poem. Because
tradition. Because poems and pennies
are easy to spend. Because sometimes
the small things make life better—
something to wish on, something
valuable beyond its surface, something
humble to catch the light.
Only the receiver knows the worth. Thank you for these 11 lines.
Ha! Yes, very true, amiga, thank you.
&& thank you for making life better
thank you
Beautiful! It’s the simple things that make life better!
sooo true!