I think that if you asked today,
Have piggy
banks become passe,
The answer,
if I had to guess,
Would be a
most resounding Yes!
For coins
are just no longer used
And kids
might even be confused
Or maybe slightly
take offense
If teeth
were swapped for fifty cents.
Yet in my
home, four banks still sit,
Each one
with varied coins in it,
Plunked one
by one into the slot
Which, back
in childhood, meant a lot.
Today I
dumped them out, then stacked
The coins in
piles, using tact,
So neither
grandkid throws a fit
Because I
made an equal split.
I chose two
banks and loaded in
Half dollar
coins that once had been
Their father’s
long-forgotten stash,
Now hardly
recognized as cash.
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