Life Is Like a Coin

Life is like a coin

Twisting

Falling

In the air

Up and down

Through down-drafts and up-drafts

Caught by a hand

.

Life is like a coin

Golden glimmer

Tantalizing

They want it

I want it

My life

.

Life is like a coin

In my hand

Spent the way

I wish

But my coin sack

Is only sized for one

I’m the only one

To live my life

.

Life is like a coin

And my coin purse

Is empty

My life

Is

Spent

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