When my dreams fell to the ground like loose change,
I bent down to pick up the broken pennies and dimes
But I thought:
"Nah, leave them for someone else."
"Someone whose heart succumbs to a fool's gold."
I felt richer for being poorer, but sadder just the same
I was leaving behind an allure that lost its shine
A young man, I feared, at this place would find his misfortune
I lamented how sidewalks, dreams, and loose change take you in
But I was hungry with no place to sleep and the old sky looked like rain.
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Dark Moon, New Moon
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