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LUCKY PENNY

The Wizards will is strong today

A lucky penny he threw my way

In my pocket, I let it sit.

The next day I found a job

Life is looking up I thought

People say I am a fool to heed his words

A vagrant, they say that sits alone

On the bench all day.

Yet in his eyes, I see much more

His ragged clothes turn most away

I see a suit of golden hue

His footsteps light when he walks away

His age disguised by a trick of sight.

So much they miss with noses turned

What fate, what future stands without?

First condemning with sight and sound.

Let these walk by who see him not

I keep my penny out of sight

My life I see in his hands.

A light to pin my hopes upon…

©Anita Dawes