Loose Change
Sometimes I feel like loose change.
I feel like I’m just being thrown around
or being put in random spots.
I feel like I’m a worthless being
who happens to seem useful
every now and then.
Like loose change,
I’ll be there when you need me,
but I’m usually never wanted.
I travel everywhere,
from person to person
not having a true place to stay.
I also travel nowhere,
stuck on my own,
waiting to be chosen.
What do I have to do
in order to become
a clean, slick dollar?
I’m just loose change.
But, be careful,
next thing you know
I’ve dropped out of your
pocket;
Out of your life.