Yesterday, I took a long walk.
Came across a penny on the roadside.
It was marred and scarred.
Run-over and stepped on.
Smashed flush with the surrounding debris.
Later, I came across another.
Further on, one more.
At some point, each had been cast aside.
Maybe long, long ago.
How many travelers had passed them by?
Picked each up and examined.
Then a tear.
Though marred and scarred,
Their worth was undimmed.
Their value as bright as any other.