A tarnished copper coin, not much
And the beggar's hand slips away
Leaving a memory of the touch, a smile
And my eyes return to this earth to find
my careless foot a snail has crushed
Its wet essence mixed with mud
Sadness, with it the stench of life rushes in.
Inhaling it deeply, I am grateful for penance
But my heart is unconvinced of my worth
A tarnished copper coin, not much
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