Black Leather
By Nash H
Black leather
Soft and supple
Passed through generations
From couple to couple.
Carrying coins, cards and cash
Like a black leather pocket
Holding my silver
And golden stash.
Silky smooth
The feel of my wallet
The shade of a crow
The shade of dark chocolate
From Pop, to Dad, to me
Each of us in possession
Warn down through time
Well past its prime
I’ll give it to my son
Then him to his
Just a special slip
And that’s all that there is