What would you find down the back of your seat
Was it something you lost to make your life complete
Some words that you scrawled on a slip of paper
That would curry from them a life altering favour
Words that were lost to your world that would heal
Or for your lover that would seal love as the real deal
Maybe it's the jingling sound of some lost gold coins
Paying a debt that meant something when it was purloined
Perhaps it's too late and the moment has passed
And what you have now for all time will forever last.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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