It is not alone. There are many more coins in here, yet no happy jingling.
How it wishes to be clasped tightly in the sweaty little palms of a boy skipping merrily towards the corner store to buy candy.
How it wishes to jingle along with other coins inside the bus conductor’s worn out leather bag.
How it wishes to be tossed in air and decide the course of a cricket match.
How it wishes to hear the children gasp in astonishment as the Magician performs the coin vanishing trick.
How it wishes to be out in the world again. Be free.