07-11-2011, 08:20 PM
Today I was walking along
And spotted a penny on the ground.
I walked over to were it lay
And wondered at what I had found.
I thought about why it was here
And tried to find a trace
Of who had it before
It wound up in this place.
Maybe it belonged to a man with black pants
With green shoes and a red tie
Or maybe it was from a little girl
Who was oh, so shy
Or perhaps it was stolen by a robber
Who dropped it while he quickly ran
From a loyal dog who chased him down
His poor old wrinkled man.
This coin could have come from a crazy old lady
Who kept it in her rosy purse
Who tripped and fell and lost her money
Who was then taken by a nurse
It would make more sense if it came from a chubby child
Who had his penny in his pocket
While wobbling to the store
It came out of its lint filled socket
I guess I will never know
How this penny came to be
But I do know where it will go
Because now it is going with me.
And spotted a penny on the ground.
I walked over to were it lay
And wondered at what I had found.
I thought about why it was here
And tried to find a trace
Of who had it before
It wound up in this place.
Maybe it belonged to a man with black pants
With green shoes and a red tie
Or maybe it was from a little girl
Who was oh, so shy
Or perhaps it was stolen by a robber
Who dropped it while he quickly ran
From a loyal dog who chased him down
His poor old wrinkled man.
This coin could have come from a crazy old lady
Who kept it in her rosy purse
Who tripped and fell and lost her money
Who was then taken by a nurse
It would make more sense if it came from a chubby child
Who had his penny in his pocket
While wobbling to the store
It came out of its lint filled socket
I guess I will never know
How this penny came to be
But I do know where it will go
Because now it is going with me.
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
-Bertolt Brecht
-Bertolt Brecht

