#Poem Home 7

This is for you
For the times I give you

13p in spare coppers
And you sing with delight.

We both know
I hate a pocket of coins.

You dance and whoop
And rush over to your pot

That looks like a cremation urn,
Slide your loot in the slot.

I’m sorry.
I had to cancel the life insurance.

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