
Life is a journey. My journey began more than a century ago! Read on, if interested!
What does one do after more than 100 years of existence? Document the story of the journey, of course! π My exact date of birth is not known but The Creator ordained 1915 as the year I appear in my current form. π It has been an interesting journey ever since. Let’s start from the beginning. The aviation age had just begun at that time, but I had a Rocky start. Nah, rocky not as in a rough patch, my journey began in Denver, at the foothills of the Rockies. I could very well have come into being in any other city or town, let’s say San Francisco or Philadelphia for example, but Denver is the place it was destined to happen. Humanity has witnessed 2 world wars since that time π’and hopefully another world war doesn’t happen anytime ever. I remember people of that time telling me I was round-faced, bright and shining in my younger days. Maybe they were just being nice and polite, but I preferred to believe them. π Over the years I have travelled coast to coast in the USA and everywhere in between. I have had experiences both goodπand bad π. I was too young to remember the First World War, but The Great Depression left a lasting impression. It was so severe I was left to pinching myself in disbelief during that period of time. πDuring the Second World War resources for the likes of me were limited and it took some steel to get through an especially tough year. I have also witnessed many boom times when there were opportunities and growth aplenty.π I am what my experiences made me. πSome have treated me as if I were of no value while others have treasured me. πStoic by nature I have gone about my life quietly, whether shunted into a corner or looked at with pride. Folks have found me to be bankable and it delights me to think I provided value. πNon-political I am, nevertheless, I have the great Abe Lincoln’s image carved on me. πI would like to meet peers from my younger days but not many are in circulation anymore. I guess some are quite wrapped up in their own world and some may no longer be around. I wonder whether the youth of today will show respect or simply not be interested in our 2 cents if they see me with a peer of mine. Dull and boring I may appear now but I have aged reasonably well. Whether it’s the stress of modern times or a sedentary lifestyle I do not know, it’s sad to see that some of the younger ones of my kind have not aged well. Maybe it’s my constitution or just plain good luck, whatever it is I accept it gratefully.πOne can’t be in mint condition forever, right? πI am now taken well care of by a person who respects my age and values the experiences I have gone through. It’s been a century of journey for me and even now I am readily available for anyone looking for some change! πFor those interested in knowing who I am, I have been dropping crumbs of bread, made from wheat stalks etched on my being, all along the way to help you guess.π If the penny has not already dropped, let me reveal my identity: I am a humble, wheat penny minted in 1915! π
P.S. Above piece is dedicated to numismatists and to all those whose intrinsic worth is more than what some others may think! ππ

