Trust is a dime laying on the road;
You walk over & around it,
Without a look behind.
And those who pick it up,
Do so for their own reasons :
Either to eat or give away.

Written on an epiphany that struck me : there's no genuineness left to 'trust' anymore. Its either fake or rare. People walk over it without a glance ;
Walk around it (taking advantage of your safe edges) and those who trust, either do to eat — for their superficial
Reasons or
Give away - for once, they truly mean it. They trust you and you've got their
Dime, so be careful, its easy to lose it down the drain.

This is the meaning of the poem.
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-Ridhima Joshi