My Coin

I uncurl my hands over it
To see a glint of bronze
I feel the cold metal
Soothing and refreshing.

Slowly, I loosen my grip
Letting fond memories fall to the ground
Holidays, travels
And much more.

I hear a continuous clattering sound
I glance down
To see a coin
Vividly dancing and prancing.

The coin gradually moves to a stop
Puffed out, exhausted
Just like me
After my holidays!