I was told pennies are lucky only When their faces smile up At you from the ground. Shiny or dull, they’re small bearers of hope: A cent to top off Your $2.96 sandwich, To toss in a well And pin your desires on, Or keep in your pocket And clutch when you’re troubled. I am the penny-flipper, The day-flipper, the frown-flipper. I’ll cross paths with tails, Bend down to meet them, And prepare their pretty faces To take care of you. I don’t mind the unluckiness For a day or two or three. May all your pennies Be face up.