The Edge Personified
When you flip a coin, you say "Heads or tails?"
But, if you look closer, and see what that entails.
You just may see, what is obvious to me,
The edge travails to land, but, then fails.
No one ever picks the edge, and it's sad.
I feel sorry for it, 'cause it must feel bad,
It's never selected, but, should be respected,
For the purpose in life that it's had.
Like the ridges, I bet you never knew,
They originated because there were people who,
Used to shave bits of silver, or gold, just a sliver,
Off the edge of the coins, and no one had a clue.
So, they created those ridges to stop that ploy.
But, the edge never ever, really had the joy,
Of being part of your coins, although it's what adjoins,
The heads and tails regardless of it's alloy.
No, no one picks the edge, when playing that game,
Of heads or tails, but, it has a chance just the same,
Albeit a small one, it just could fall on,
The edge, and then victory it could finally claim.
And, now, I hope you never see a coin the same way,
And remember that it's edge has a pertinent play,
In head or tails, the edge prevails,
And the coin you toss might land on it, someday.
© - 1/1/2017 Will E. Wrightmoor