Monday, 27 May 2019

The Last Pound

I tossed a pound into the pit every time I was hesitant.
One day I counted them, the coins.
The weight of lost chances was heavy.
I left.
Then I remembered.
I turned around and tossed another one.
I left again,
Praying,
This be the last pound.

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