An Ode To A Plastic Wallet

You were sitting there,

Lounging away with your colleagues when you caught my eye.

Your skin shining brightly like a newly washed car,

As I passed you by.

Your exterior, clear as crystal, and feelings smooth as a baby’s skin

As I pick you up from the plastic wallet tin.

You move gracefully in my hands, as light as a feather,

Completely opposite to antique leather.

Your sharp edges and basic structure block all those who attempt to come near

But lost is all the fear,

When they are in desperate need of you to protect them from the waters of the storm outside.

Their dreams, hopes, and identities in you they hide.

You are a crucial item for all

And we will always catch you when you fall.