Two Pretty Pennies

In pockets warm, a jingling sound, Two pretty pennies, their worth unbound. Copper gleams in the sunlight's kiss, A duo of coins, simple bliss. Side by side, they journey through, Two pretty pennies, old and true. Faces worn with tales untold, In the dance of time, their story unfolds. With Lincoln's gaze, a solemn grace, Two pretty pennies, in a humble embrace. From pocket to hand, they pass with ease, A currency of memories, a gentle tease. In hands they rest, a tactile delight, Two pretty pennies, catching the light. A copper duet, a simple song, In the world of coins, they belong. Through pockets and purses, they wander free, Two pretty pennies, a humble decree. Yet in their simplicity, a wealth they hold, A story of value, more precious than gold. So let them jingle in joyous glee, Two pretty pennies, a small treasury. In the world of currency, a humble pair, Two pretty pennies, a poetic flair.