Lost and Found
I am looking for something I have lost.
I have to find it and I will spare no cost.
I have look here and there, and everywhere.
I even was looking for places I shall not share.
With this loss and realization, I begin to swoon.
This all began the first time I picked up a spoon.
Then I started to walk and talk with much to carry.
Yes, I was on my way and at times it was hairy.
The span of life became rather comfortable.
There were times that are quite memorable.
Now as I look back from the path I came.
I need my glasses and help with a cane.
I was found all this time with help from above.
This journey, the path I am on is one full of love.
Edward J Ebbs - March 23, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
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