The Dime

He looked
at the shiny dime.
So pretty, so beautiful
His heart longed
to posses it,
The price was
his very soul.

Like the elusive wind
moving in all directions.
Each time he reached.
It moved.

His hand remained empty
but not his desire.
Years passed
and sorrows increased
as he chased it.
Never realizing
its repelling nature.

Dawn arrives again.
A new day, a new chance.


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