What Am I?
by Dody Gibson
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
See the answer to this puzzle.
dody@gesprintjobs.com
Millstadt, IL 62260
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