My best penny is the one that started my first dollar.
When I found it on the ground I gave a little holler.
You might think a penny isn’t worth a little shout,
but I’m here to tell you it is worth writing about.
I put it in a piggy bank and after all my crowing,
I added to it when I could and quickly it was growing.
On Mondays I would count the pennies gathered in my jar,
and pretty soon my pennies started stretching pretty far.
Then one day I counted, I will never forget when,
the pennies I collected made up dollars counting ten.
It was fun to see my pennies grow to such a height,
so I started saving every penny in my sight.
I picked them up on sidewalks when I found them, every time,
and sometimes I would even find a nickel or a dime.
In a while my piggy bank was bursting at the seams,
I took it to a bank and started saving for my dreams.
With dedicated effort and conservative respect,
I saved myself a fortune and on this I now reflect:
It started with a penny that someone had left behind,
I wonder if it’s hidden worth has ever crossed their mind?
I wonder also if this story makes some sense to you,
and next time that you find a penny wonder what you’ll do.
© 2019 | Story by Cary Snowden | Illustration by Zach Clough | All Rights Reserved.
Extras: I was walking in a parking lot one day when I stepped over a single penny on the ground. I took a few steps beyond thinking “it’s just a penny.” On its own, it isn’t worth a lot. But when you consider it’s the first step in saving a dollar, it becomes more valuable. I turned back and picked it up, resolved to pick up every penny I could find from that moment forward. I figured if I could recognize the worth of a single penny, it would be easier for me to understand the value of saving toward something even greater.
