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Counting the Change

Their tokens clashing,

Beads and shells,

The ancients

Forged old metal coins.

Durable by state decrees -

Once were omnipotent,

Now disappearing by degrees...

One day, I found a silver sixpence in the soil -

And cleaned it, new-bright.

My sister say I had ruined it.

An early memory includes

A sock with a newly-minted coin at its foot

And chocolate coins at its top.

Later, most nights,

My parents would count

Their daily takings, as if pure gold.

Then put the cash in paper bags.

To save for our future, safe in the bank...

Next, in the 'seventies, when my parents

Were old,

Occurred a jangling surprise.

The state brought in new decimal coins -

Which they couldn't begin

To surmise.

Now, tender is threatened with its demise,

And something called 'bit coins'.

This virtual money is hard to handle, and very like little like lies.

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John Dallison
John Dallison
Oct 04, 2023

🤔 Hi! - I made three errors in this effort:

1. The coin in the sock/stocking was a penny.

2. ' My sister said I had ruined it ' - not 'say' I have...)

3. The poem's last line should read, 'This virtual money is hard to handle and very like little byte lies.'

Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Oct 07, 2023
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Hi John, you can go back in and edit your poem if you need to and your changes will be saved .

1. go to your profile page,

2. click on the poem you want to edit,

3. look in the top right hand corner and you will see three dots,

4. click on the three dots and you should get a drop down menu

5. click on edit and any you go

6. click on publish when you are done.

hope that helps 😉

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