Pretty Penny Poem by Dennis Lange

I picked a penny up today;
It lay there on the ground
As if it were a fallen moon,
As bright and just as round.

I could not help but notice it -
'Twas such a shiny thing.
Worth was not why I picked it up -
What got me was the bling.

It went into my pocket, but
The value was so small
The effort made in bending down
Was not worth it at all.

Be careful, then, with Penny, Nick,
Who have an empty smile,
Lest you end up with either one,
When neither's worth your while.