The coin collector
My coin collection cost a pretty penny
haha. Each coin heavy with history
people handling it, so many stories
I am strict filling empty slots
must be coins found by chance
checking change is always good
coins give me meaning life does not
I married Harold, yes I did, I did
a pleasant face and a good earner
is enough to start life together
I put up with his silly coins
they keep him occupied
he’s there if I need him
I made a family and raised our child
When dad says “Look at my coins”
it’s crawl-under-a-rock-and-die time
the butt of jokes he doesn’t hear
next to me but never here
always thinking of those coins
all we do together is sort loose change
I dream of melting his coins to junk