ode to "Thy shinny penny send forth from thy gods"

Thy empty pockets and thy hungry mouth,
One penny needed to get thy satisfactions,
Searching east, west, north and south,
A dime trapped thy retrieval proved impossible actions,
Cold automatic entrance unleash thy cold wind,
On thy wood bench the moment seemed grim,
Light shined down upon thy penny glowing,
A golden penny lay left behind,
Thy gods have blessed thee hymn,
Sent in need and received,
Now we walk the world knowing