Tarnished Pennies

Poem.

Gems though rare

Cannot compare

What woeful wear, their lifeless shine;

But tarnished pennies, rusty dimes -

No use have I for silver and gold;

What metals may vie

With the riches untold

Of your eyes?

Oh, how foolish of them

But to try...

Yes, fortune’s fair

The sailor be

Who wanders free through sea-foam depths;

Past waves and ripples they beget -

To lands ne’er met, as yet unknown;

Where compasses set

Are but trinkets and inklings

Of home;

Oh, to be so profoundly

Alone...

Rita Swartz

Swedish