Heads Or Tails Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Coins can range from copper to silver in color.
Various combinations add up to a single dollar.
They can jingle jangle in you pocket or circulate.
Who ever figured that coins could determine fate?

The small metal disks have a portrait call a head.
On the backside is the opposite, a tail instead.
Call for one or the other as the pendulum swings.
The flipping of a coin, can decided many things.

When there is a fork in the road it decides which way to go.
With many chores to do, it selects what is left for tomorrow.
Is it the jury when a person’s value can not be proved?
Can it choose who gets approved and who gets removed?