A Penny in the Street

Running from every memory of hurt
Finding no where to turn, I can not breathe
Lost in a world of confusion, where no one smiles
No one takes time, passing by invisible
Today will be different I pray, I look down
I bend over I reach, pick up a coin
The face on it, looks familiar
not just a face, Abraham Lincoln
Civil rights momentum in the palm of my hand
I found a penny in the street
a hand reached out and I gave it away