It has been a long time, but I remember when a dime was very valuable.
It would buy something from the Ice Cream Truck,
Or a comic book,
Or a soda,
Or more candy than I could eat
Before I could get home from school
And I would have to hide it
Or my sister would take it.
I still think about this one dime that fell through a hole in my pocket.
I was on my way to the store to spend it but
It went down the storm drain.
Just two feet away
Straight down.
Every day it was right there where I could see it,
Taunting me that I couldn’t reach it.
So much lost but
So unimportant.
I used to think about how much I lost that day but
Now I think about how much I didn’t lose.
What once was big
Never even mattered.
Now that I know the difference I can create more room
For my God,
And my family,
And those who can teach me how to give to others
still worried about their dime.