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Issiah's Golden Coins
While fixating over our mundane existence
Somewhere across the world
An innocent child swept into the storm
Of poverty also wanders
They surmise what another day
Of survival will be like
Issiah is one such speculator
As you savor the nourishment
Presented to appease the tastebuds
Mounted upon a sterling fork
Allow yourself to imagine
The bitter aftertaste that is derived
From an aluminum can?
While sifting amongst papers
And garments seeking misplaced
Faces of presidents and change
It is Issiah who scours
The sand and dirt ever faithful
Of obtaining man's disregarded coins
For to Issiah these pennies are priceless
These golden coins are a matter of
Life or near death in routine living
What is disregarded by some
Is a blessing to yet another
Enveloped in the sanctity and security
Of your fine sheets
Will you permit yourself the feeling
Of being covered in sack cloth?
The bed is welcomming
As the ground is inviting
To those who like the penny
Have been tossed aside
Have you ever considered
Amid the quest of the abandoned
May lie the next world leader
A teacher to influence a new generation
Or one who may save others
From the path of starvation
Issiah has the power to heal the children
Yet who will offer to lead this potential pathfinder?
Everyone has dreams
Issiah is no exception
So he will continue to gather
His shiny coins of hope
While his heart remains open
How about yours?
