I'm a Weathered Penny

I'm just a penny in the dirt.
You pick me up
'cuz a little luck cannot hurt.
And you pocket me.

Pennies can be spent on all sorts of things.
You could buy odds and ends and
trinkets and gum and maybe some cheap rings.
Worthless, plastic toys.

But I promise prove my worth.
See how pretty I shine and sparkle!
I seem to overflow with mirth,
amusing you as you flip me aimlessly.

Yet one day as my shine decays,
you give me away.
So what do I say?
The edges of my heart now fray.

We were together when you cried.
We've rolled on the ground laughing.
I felt your pain when your pet died.
I heard your secrets.

I've always been a companion by your side,
Now you toss me away.
Like a worthless penny?

But someone else will pick me up.
Someone will find out I bring luck.
They'll stoop and scrape of all my muck.
But even then I know something's wrong.

Eventually they'll give me away.
But you can only spend me so many times before I'm spent,
'till my heart is broken, my spirit in decay,
'till I'm a weathered penny, old and grey.