Coin With Feelings

Tink... roll... stop.

Hi. I'm... money. I guess.

Heads or tails, it's always me,

Flipped for luck or destiny.

People cheer, then walk away,

I just lie here - loose change today.

Do I shine now, or do I rust?

Who decides what's fair or just?

Flip me once, I might cry,

I've got feelings inside.

I'm a coin, but I try,

To be worth more than a side.

You toss me, I spin - what's my sin?

To buy your coffee? To lose your win?

You forget I've been everywhere:

In a jukebox, a wish, a fare.

Silver dreams, they fade to green,

Paper rules the modern scene.

I'm old school - metal heart,

But every flip can tear me apart.

If I land on heads, do I matter more?

If I land on tails, am I just the floor?

Either way, somebody wins - it's never me.

Flip me once, I might cry,

I've got feelings inside.

I may roll, I may slide,

But I've got worth - undefined.

Maybe someday...

Someone won't spend me. Tink...