Two Pennies in the Rain

 

In the dark depths of the pavement puddles

Lay a pocketful of change sprawled in a

Glittering fountain of rust and dirt.

Make a wish, they whisper.

Throw a penny over your shoulder

And ward off the evil of the world.

Good luck ends up here, on the

Ground.

In the asphalt.

 

So I pick up my wishes and luck

And I nestle them safely in my pocket.

 

But then, on those days when the world

Seems against you and you need some foolish

Hope

I throw them back into the street,

Making my wishes and over my shoulder to

Ward off the future.

 

And there they remain.

Two pennies in the rain.