The Gold Coin

A glint of gold catches my eye

Sitting on the rusted metal shelf

I gently pick it up

Before one of the workers explains

It was a pirates coin

All I can think about is

It would’ve been so much easier to be a pirate

Someone who stole instead of worried about credits and finances

Someone who took what they wanted

And twisted no one

Someone who hurt people before they hurt them

Always in the run

Only calling the sea home

I wouldn’t have to worry about morals

Or conducts

Or making my dad proud

who needs family when you have a ship

So as soon as the man wandered off

I slip the coin into my pocket

I may not be a pirate

But stealing has never felt better