Pennies

Note: Another cross post from my journal on AOL.  Read it and enjoy!!! 

Pennies for a bag of bones

Life’s true measure

So vile an existence

Fell at one’s feet

Worthless

Pain is in the details

Scared

Cold and alone

Wondering blindly

Through the busy street

Watch out for the merchants

Selling souls by the dozen

Pennies for a bag of bones

Selling quickly

Pieces of the flesh

Easily taken

Bartering a bag of flesh

Easy as it is

Dirty little secrets

Tied up nice and neat

How we forget

True worth

Sold short

Never feeding the need

Pennies for a bag of bones

Life’s true measure

So vile an existence

Fell at one’s feet