The Coin

In a hurry;

walking fast;

dodging traffic.

A pound coin on the floor...

STOP!!!

I look around,

pausing,

waiting...

Why?

I mean, it’s only a pound coin,

right?

Yes, but...

IT’S MINE!!!

Coast is clear,

I bend down to pick it up...

My fingers grasp it,

but they slip off!

Thrown off balance,

I step back.

Try again;

gripping hard...

Hold on;

It’s stuck to the floor!

Did anyone see?

Do I make a joke of it?

do I escape?

Run like the wind, FOOL!

And take your embarrassment with you!