I am a poor coin
Rotating from one pocket to another
If it is a good or a bad deal
I cannot afford to bother
Beggars cherish me in their bowls
I am the thirst of many poor souls
Gone are the days
When happiness mattered
Today without me
All dreams seem shattered
Every country designs me
In her own hold
Some in silver
While others in gold
I am the one
About whom economists chat
When inflation is higher
Or growth seems flat
Who knows my destiny
Who knows my fate
I am the poor fellow
Whom many await
I am a symbol of wealth
Then why do I cry about my poor health
A long story, it is
A journey too fade
Since the time I have been
Since coins have been made
My excess boosts the ego
My deficiency causes vertigo
Where do I go
Whom do I have to blame on?
I feel and I believe
That the show must go on
May God bless us
May God bless all
May the rich and the poor
Share me on the same ball
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