Where did the coins go?

They
Were once
In a box
Of
Stone prospect,
Guarded,
Locked.

Well,
I had
Marked, counted
Them.
I gave to
Each a
Name.

They
Were the
Pieces of
Me
I was not
Shy to
Count.

I
Stumbled
Through the years
And
Lost some on
My way
Home.

All
Things come
With a price.
“Where
Did your coins
Go?” They
Ask.

Miidong.