I’m just a simple thing
You can find me anywhere
In every culture or time
From the poor to millionaire
Sometimes a thing of value
None worthy even to touch
But others think me useless
To be cast off as such
Some things I hold are precious
And some are foul I'm told
I have been iron or brass
But also clouted and old
A barter to oppress the poor
A father’s gift to his son
An angel mentioned me once
And many have seen me run
Miraculously sustained
So many enjoyed this deed
Involved in a legal contract
And surely God agreed
An act of Divine respect
To be detached from me
Symbolic of those prepared
In dust this mystery
dody@gesprintjobs.com
Millstadt, IL 62260
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