My Coin Collection

This poem is dedicated to QMM.

I had a coin collection, that I was going to leave to you.

But now that you're gone, I don't know what to do.

Who else will appreciate my coins, the way I saw you do?

Who else will warm my heart, the way you used to do?

The coins, will stay now in my drawer; they have nothing else to do.

Slowly, they will gather dust, as my tears fall for you.

For you see, my dear, they used to be a fun thing to do.

My greatest treasure in the world was all three of you.