If I had a million pennies
I'd give one away

I give one to the lost
And another to the broken
One to the neighbors
And the next to the children

I'd give out each penny
Until I had no more left
It may not seem to make a difference
But I should hope each one is well kept

A small coin might become a token
A form of connection
Between the battered, the drifting, the lost, the broken

Each soul who holds a penny
Will know there are hundreds
Who walk alongside them
Fighting the burden over their heads

No matter the difference, no matter the struggle
They will always be there for one another


© LiaRay