My Lost Coin

My lost coin

This whole thing just makes me sad.

I feel as if,

I held a bright, golden, rare coin in my hand,

But I stumbled.

It slipped through my fingers.

Then it rolled off the bridge I was on,

And dropped into the powerful, deceptively calm river depths

That I could never swim.

All I have left to do,

Is to revisit it once in a while,

And from far above,

Sadly try to catch the glint 

Of what might have been mine

Until a cloud hovers over

And I just walk away.