Value

The most important thing that one can have

is usually lost as quick as a flash.

For me, it's a penny.

So small.

Obsolete.

For you- well, you're different.

Who knows what it could be?

My dear, the thing is - that penny I keep -

It holds my aspirations.

It holds my dreams.

Its value is not in its visible worth

but hidden in the ideas to which we give birth.

To you, perhaps, my argument is naught.

But others, just maybe, they'll take my penny for their thought.