For a change

You never know what you may find and for what purpose that thing came into your life. Just remember, there will always be a purpose.

 

Once I found a coin by the sea shore,

Don’t know why but I just kept it.

I wish I could know about it a bit more,

Perhaps at least the country where it used to fit.

 

Engraving suggested maybe from a distant land,

Once of value to someone today lying in the sand,

It was hard to let it go from my hand,

Why?, I still cannot comprehend.

 

Well now I do for I recently gave it up,

Not to any friend but to a real collector.

And got myself a good amount of cash,

With which I did something even greater.

 

The coin was exquisite and so was the smile,

As it covered the old collector’s face.

Even more priceless was that while,

When I sat down with all those hungry poor kids and said grace.

 

What a coin, huh?