I am buried here.
Cars drive by but they don’t know.
Children play around me but they don’t know.
Sometimes people stand on top of me but they don’t know.
I am buried here.
I used to belong to someone.
I used to have value.
How did I get here?
I am buried here.
Why isn’t someone looking for me?
Why doesn’t someone find me?
Am I not worth digging up?
I am buried here.
Maybe I should stay here.
Once I was shiny and new.
Now I am tarnished and old.
I am buried here.
I fell but no one noticed.
I am lost but no one cares.
After all….I am just a penny.