Man Shell

Man-shell, your mournful eye caught me by surprise. Ring the bell before you crumble, in this journey who does not stumble?

I flipped the torn wallet, and they rolled on the ground
Two pennies have never and will ne'er make a sound
Once waltzing with pure silver, now copper and brass
Now layered with rust, still they lay on the grass
No longer so clearly, a greasy face did I see
Just as the wind once mocked you, now it bites into me
Now it whirls round my hunger, but I reach out my hand
I could drown in last Tuesday
Or do I reach for dry land