Walking through the park
He finds a quarter in the dirt
Picks it up
Dusts it off
Shoves it into his pocket

I sit on a bench far away
Watching him do this
For almost an hour
The excitement he got from
Finding treasures on the ground

He finally end his treasure hunt
And decides to go on home
Walking by me, I notice
That his pockets have grown
Jingling with joy as he strode

As the sun finally sinks
I close the book I read
Eyes can no longer focus
On the tiny words within
As fatigue sets in

As I walk slowly towards the street
I see someone familiar
Laying under a tree
The friendly treasure hunter
Sound asleep