Counting Coins Poem by Sandra Martyres

Counting Coins



The haggard looking old woman
Perhaps a beggar from another area
Sat at the corner of the street
Clutching tightly on a grubby bag
One that had certainly seen better days
She had an interesting look about her
There was still a glint in her eye as
She greeted each and every passer by
Yet none stopped to even smile at her
They just ignored her and hurried away

When dusk fell she moved her base
And settled herself under a nearby tree
Turning her back to the world she
Started quietly but very meticulously
Counting the coins in the bag
By sorting them denomination wise
She did not know that she was watched
By a petty thief from the area until
He swooped from behind knocked
Her on the head and fled with the bag

He had not bargained for the fate he met
Another thief with the same intention
Soon pounced on him and snatched the bag
A huge commotion followed by which time
The woman herself had alerted a passing cop
They say the hand of God is always near
Both the thieves were finally handcuffed
And carted away leaving the woman to start
Counting her coins all over again with
A smile on her lips...'All's well that ends well'

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