I wasn’t expecting it
and when  I came near it
I was walking along
looking at the landscape
hardly aware of where my feet were taking me.
By chance, I looked down.
There, by the edge of the road
I saw it shining
though covered with a little sand.
I stopped, bent down
and picked it up: a NICKEL.
It could have been a buried treasure
for the pleasure it evoked.
I wiped it off, examined it
and put it in my pocket, feeling pleased
and wondering just a bit about its history —
‘twas dated nineteen sixty.

I’m glad that  I’m still capable of joy
that little things provide.
When I was young
I  thought that old folks
couldn’t feel as I so often did–
and still so often do.

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