I belong, have existed
Ever since barter ceased
Money is the name of my family
And I, am your lazy penny!
I detest travel
When threatened to be given away, I shrivel.
I cherish my state of rest
Hate being put to the test.
And detest the term INVEST.
When someone borrows,
They add to my sorrow:
Toil hard, I must
If not, they go bust!
So, I hide myself ,
On an unused shelf.
Or in the depth of the tank,
You call a “piggy bank”.
I prefer being a lucky charm,
Sticking to your palm.
Clinging on to an unseen leash,
Pretending to be your providential fleece!
I revel when summoned,
To be the one being tossed.
As all eyes follow me,
For a moment, soaring high
While the world impatiently sighs!
I’ll do anything to stay,
Even hide in a stack of hay!
I never want to be given away,
And don’t ever use me to pay.
Here’s a little secret
Well kept.
“I am at your command,”
Yet, I have you enslaved!
Your desire for me knows no bounds,
Rich and poor are defined by my count.
So here I am, in the comfort of my being
Never working,
Just chilling,
I remain,
Your lazy penny.
