A penny is skipped into the pond,
And better life is wished upon.
Ripples are gently becoming gone,
Showing this dreaded reflection.
Birds observe sitting in a line,
As I beg to the water for a sign.
Trying to smile a cent at a time,
Why are the only open ears mine?
A heart sold and the pond buying,
Everytime each penny goes flying.
What tells me to continue trying,
If I'm the only one still crying?
One penny may mean nothing at all,
Considering we are about as small.
No matter how loud we try to call,
Deeper and deeper we seem to fall.
No matter how little it may seem,
Nothing good in life can be free.
Pennies wished upon just to see,
Your reflection here next to me.
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