Coin Pouch
By Aimee L
It’s small and unsightly,
Yet it holds the whole world
Inside.
It’s crinkled and worn down,
Yet it has been to more places
Than I have.
My father shows me, the
Little coin pouch. He spills
Its bronzes, silvers and coppers.
My father finds lost pennies,
And places them in inside.
He says, they need to rest.
These coins are old and rusted,
Yet in their reflections I see
Iridescent gold.