Old coins

We trade words like old coins, 

Rattling them in our piggybanks 

Until they clink past our teeth 

And onto the floor between us. 

Coin for coin, 

They slide in exchange. 

Fair is fair, 

Each is stashed in the others collection. 

And when we leave, 

I know our sums have stayed the same, 

But somehow I always feel richer.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I really like this. The metaphor is great and you have 'cashed' in well on it. Words can be serious but I like the humour in it.
Well done.
Alan
I would appreciate it if you have a look at my poem 'Android'
Thanks,
Alan