Arcade Tokens The golden coin that strikes his empty pail,Arcade Tokens by ~SuperStranger
Reflects his clear blue eyes as he laments,
That bank, so open to the elements,
And all its contents; savings doomed to fail.
Like flint on steel, that token spawns a spark.
He holds the treasure like his crumpled will;
Like driftwood on the sea, believing still,
He shall fulfill his own escape from dark.
As strangers pass, he polishes his prize,
With just the baggy shirt that forms his bed,
Lofty aspirations in his head,
And bright, ambitious red that cracks his eyes.
So eagerly, he wants to play the games,
With well-groomed people, laughing in the light.
His coin permits him to enga
Joy 
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