15 April 2012
Wherever you look in your house.
There it is like a little mouse.
Hiding away out of sight.
Until appears the moon at night.
Then it will come to life.
Along with that long lost butter knife.
As they sparkle, shine and shimmer.
As the moon shines and they glimmer.
But as the moon fades away.
Out goes night and in comes day.
As the dust will accumulate.
The little coin has met its fate.
It will probably be never found.
The poor little long lost pound.
The Pound Coin • Opuss № I