There to Lose or There to Find

Come sit a spell, While this story I tell, That is not tall, But has a moral if asleep you don't Fall. It begins with a set of keys, That found a way to tease. As lost to me they seemed, Until the streets I combed, An hour later them I did spy, And this no lie, Never touched by any feet, on a busy street. If you are not too weary, There is now a wallet in my story, Like my keys it too played the tease, As the shopkeeper I could not please, With money for what I wanted to purchase, Until my wallet I could trace, Home I did go, So, change to the shopkeeper I could show, Ten minutes later my wallet I did spy, Again it is no lie, On the doorstep of the shop, Where it did drop, Never touched by any feet, On a busy street. It may seem weak, For this moral to speak, But it is quite sound, "What you seek can be found, If you Look down, Even while wearing a frown".