Five and Dime

Once upon a dime
my lonely eyes did fall.
Knowing I had found another
who had no one at all,
I took this tiny traveller in hand
to help him on his way
and in my pocket he did live
forever and a day.

Once beneath a rhyme
there lay an empty page.
Soon words did weave a story
like an actor on a stage
who tells us of a man
(a shiny, silvery friend)
that loved a loveless wanderer
to his bitter, dying end.