Two cents for my love

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

Two cents for my love
That’s what the lady yelled
Two cents for my love it has been through hell
Two cents for my love it’s been hit from above

Two cents for my love yes it’s a bit old
Two cents for my love it is better I am told
Two cents for my love I shouted without glee
Two cents for my love it’s only me

Walking around without my baby by my side
Two cents for your love said a tall tall guy
I will pay two cents for your love but may I ask why

My lady has left me and I feel all alone
I keep searching and searching but I can’t make it home
So I’m selling my love for two cents and no more
And a glance of strangeness makes me walk to the door

I see my baby standing there with her tears
And I wonder at her unfounded fears
She’s holding herself and crying alone
The guy tries to stop me but I have began to roam

Towards her look her sigh her love
For two cents for my love has been misjudged
Two cents for my love is on the mend
Because she paid no sense to me and she has been my friend
I doubt if two cents would have been
The end