Never has my life been so mirrored
As by the little lost and found.
Barely six feet, roof to ground;
Shelves pointing ever forward.
On one lies a dainty tome
Dostoevsky bold upon its cover.
A wealth of knowledge to uncover
In ink and paper finds a home.
If god is dead, all is permitted
The little book intelligently boasts,
So of your life just make the most
For at the end we’ll all be dead.
Upon another rigid square
Lies a sphere of utmost pleasure
And item more than childhood treasure
Bringer of both style and flair.
Hexagonal patches, black and white
A boy’s toy beyond compare.
Born of friendship and despair
It calls that things will be alright.
Amidst the jumble there lies a pen
With paper blank, ready to receive.
These are mine I do believe
And we’ll be one once again.
Too long have we been apart
No calligraphy have they seen,
No subtle words do they glean,
Now once again they’ll see my art.
That lonesome shack long forgotten
Has my life wrapped in cotton.
A place to hold all that is me
And keep it safe, for all history.
Author notes
Inspired by the thought that every item in a lost and found is a little part of someone's life. The items mentioned above (book, football, pen and paper) symbolise three areas of my life that might be found in my own personal lost and found.
Dostoyevsky: This symbolises my joy of reading. His books can be seen both as philosophical and as a novel while they are indeed classics. These are but three of the book types that I like.
Football: I'm a keen sportsman and the football is a symbol of this side of my personality.
Pen & Paper: There wouldn't be a poem to read without these.
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I hope this has inspired you to think about the items that would be in your lost and found box.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I have tea........im still confused!!!!If this was an unseen poem on my exam i'd be screwed!
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