Poem

I had a jar of pennies that used to make my day;

I would sit around for hours and everything went my way.

But my jar began to crack and crumble, I began to lose my pennies,

And when time began to go on, I was losing them in twenty's.

I lost them in the floor cracks and I couldn't get them back;

And I sat there with an empty jar, my heart under attack.

Loneliness came faster and the loss began to spread.

And when I shut my eyes, went cold, I knew that I was dead.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.