Lost and Found: Poem

 Lost and Found: Poem

You are always

On my mind.

I am glad you looked

Far and near, beyond the crowd,

And discovered

The lost and buried.

Well, you can clean

And wash away the dirt.

It will shine again

Like new,

If it fixed with some glue.

People say, lost and found

For a personal reason.

Could be some Irish luck.

Let’s put it in the truck.

Maybe, just maybe,

You will sell it for a buck.

Rotten and broken

It was spoken

To me

Like the main key.

It was not the monetary fee –

It was something to stay and be.

Tomshinsky@2025