My Last Coin.
A bridge to my riches and a wall from poverty.
I want to Toss it,
Heads for dropping it in a wishing well.
Tails for betting on it hoping for it sell.
Or I'll save it in a jar.
Buh I fear It will be lonely in there.
Or maybe I can buy myself some kicks.
To 'drink' them.
Or buy some kales to push me for weeks.
Either way I need more of these to survive.
I need more of them to be alive.
Without it I'll starve
So my decision here has to be brave.
I lose it I die.
I risk it, I increase my chances
To see another day and hope.
Or I can plant it, let it grow
and harvest it later from the tree of it.
But I wonder, In between what will I do without it.
It gives me power just by having it.
It boosts my esteem by carring it around.
It gives me the confidence and voice among a crowd.
Bt when gone I can't make a sound.
Having me more of these is a sign of blessing.
Having less is the reason Im cursing.
What the fuck mehn?
My last coin.
A bridge to my riches
A wall to poverty.
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