The Lost And Found Poem by Jon Yttri

There is no place like the lost and found
To lift your spirits when you're feeling down,
To obtain what you have lost,
And save you the replacement cost.
It may be an umbrella left at one of your stops,
Because, despite forecast, there were no raindrops.
It may be the glasses which cover your eyes
You left in the store, but did not realize.
It may be the book you read with your snack
With mustard stains ten pages from the back.
It may be your wallet you left in a dash.
When found, it's all there but the cash.
It may be a glove or perhaps a mitten.
But whether "lost property" as they say in Britain,
Or "lost and found" in USA,
There is one thing I have to say:
How can I recover my share
When I can't find the place anywhere?