Lost-N-Found

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    Lost-N-Found

    Lost-N-Found

     

    Lost and confuse a man searches without a clue

    Looking from the top to the bottom, he doesn’t know what to do

    “Where did I leave it at? Where could it be?

    He asks himself in uncertainty.

    “Maybe if I back track my steps, I can find my property.”

     

    As he searches, tears begin to form in his eyes.

    He remembers how much he needs his possession to get by.

    Anger and deception corrupts him as a bitterness begin to form

    An emptiness evades him as he start to feel torn..

    Still no luck in his search for his prize possession

    He search through thick and thin in every direction

    Ready to throw in the towel, he lose all determination.

     

    A man suddenly appears out of no where

    He asks “What are you so desperately looking for over there?”

    “Something  that’s dear to me,” he states with a frown.

    The other man quickly reply… “Go to the Lost-N-Found.”

    In a hurry he runs without a second thought, hoping that his property was brought.

     

    “Do you have…do you have it? Is it really here?”

    A woman behind desk asks in confusion, “Sorry, but I’m unclear?”

    “My property, my possession, do you have it?” He asked hoping.

    “Can you describe it some more?” She asks not knowing.

    “It’s big and beautiful and without it I can’t survive.”

    “Is this it?” She said handing him the one thing that keeps him alive.

     

    “Oh Love, without you where will I be?” He says with glee.

    Love responds … “I might leave you for a while but you’ll always have me!”

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    Chaos128 commented on Lost-N-Found

    05-27-2010

    Poetic in every sense of the word. A cool exposition on the concept of "you don't know what you've got until you've lost it."

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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