My work has begun,
As there are a thousand shining coins on the floor,
They shimmer in the sun,
It’s a shine I cannot ignore.
I lean down, and start with one,
I look at each one, letting my mind explore,
Surprisingly they weigh a ton,
Now they’re starting to make my hands sore!
Every one is different, hits my eyes with a quick stun,
One quickening idea after another, that I just adore,
My mind begins to run,
But there are still more coins on the floor.
A new coin falls and with a loud ‘tink,’ lands…
I notice all too soon as I try to finish my chore,
There are holes in my hands!
The coins will always return to the floor!