Silver coins
Drop in my hat
As I beg and sing
Of lovers unknown
Silver coins
Shine on the floor
An easy gathering
Just steal and run
Silver coins
A treat of sweat
A pass for the gates
Of a personal hell
Silver coins
To buy a new smile
Shining white sheet
For a dusty soul.
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That’s sad… Could the person in the poem have chosen to buy something wonderful instead? Just curious…
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In my dream I bought wonderful things for people who passed away. The mood fits the one I woke up with, am I still doing it in a way…? Much love, HC
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