Coin in the junk box where are you from
Through you what manner of deeds were done
Were you used to buy a family bread
Or did you fill another stead?
Perhaps you are the coin that was in the hand
Of Love who died for men of all lands
Maybe you are the thirty silver coins
Which caused Judas the deed to join.
You have outlived tyrants and kings
And have been silent witness to many things
Now you, thought nearly worthless, lie in a metal sea
Surrounded by coins of other countries.
Fear not coin, for you are sought
By certain men's desires you can be bought
You can give a collector worth
Not in your metal value but your historic worth.