Jordyn Averitte


Ode To My Penny


Ode to my penny
That shiny little thing
Not much of value
Oh, but wait, stop and think
Put that old penny
In a little glass jar
Save it for a day
When happy thoughts are far
Shake the little jar
And hear the small jingle
But that little bell
Can't always be single
When penny has friends
This are better
What I mean to say;
Is Penny's quite clever
Do you see it now?
Penny is always 'round
When your feeling down
Penny's here, so be proud

He pulls you out of life's dark cloud
And puts you in light's bright crowd

Ode to my penny
Whose always there
Even when
No one else seems to care.

Submitted: Friday, October 26, 2012

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Poem for school
We had to write an ode to something, so I found my inspiration in the penny I found in my pocket.

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