The Beauty of A Soul

Mon, 12/15/2014 - 20:59 -- 201161

I have become the face side of a penny--

Hoping to be lucky,

But scuffed by a hurrying shoe, turned over in the dust.

Passing faces only see the outside of you--


But I see your heart

And it makes you beautiful.

You are no longer a penny--

Which soon loses its luster--

Or a growing face that becomes old, lost in the shadows.

But a kind heart lives on

In the smiles it once brought,

And the memories of your goodness.


So while I am now a penny, face down,

Worth, seemingly, a mere cent,

I know that my heart is worth more than thousands.

Because you see my soul as beautiful.


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