Finders Keeper Poem by bonifacio alba

Finders Keeper



A hundred bills found
While walking in the hallway
Picked up, slid to the purse.
Never looking back
And inquiring who lost it.
Oh for the finder keeper
It is a curse or luck?
As the agony retracts -
The finder keeper lost his bills
Much bigger than he had found.
Is it a coincidence that occur
Or is it a curse or luck?

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