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