Autobiography of a Coin

My life is excruciating , a life that I repent,
I was born in a mint ,not very far away.
Thousands of us, to a bank we were sent,
Now down the drain I lay.


I was the shiniest of all my brothers and sisters,
I'm made of gold and copper.
Now I have blisters,
And though I'm rich ,I'm a pauper.




The man who took me from  my house 'the bank' , 
Didn't like me as such.
He made me travel for miles to someplace near Mont Blanc,
He sold me to the meuseum ,they threw me away because I wasn't Dutch.


I rolled and rolled myself till I fell in this drain,
I can now neither see the sky , sun ,nor the rain.