Ode To My Wallet
For two years it has sat
sunken in the depths of my denim.
Leathered and worn
from usage which can no longer be remembered.
It has held reminders
and receipts of groceries, gifts and garbage.
It has protected my mint
with dedication and purpose.
But today I was careless
I let confidence overwhelm my good sense.
At first I was unaware
my cheek knew no difference.
Until I reached at its spine
as I have so many times before.
I was not harmed
I hope he is safe too.
Replacement won’t be easy
as time marked is time passed.
I find myself tonight
not a day late.
Indeed just a dollar short.
June 4th, 2008 at 5:31 pm
Drew, that’s one of the saddest things I’ve read in a long time, like losing a best friend. It’ll be ok, I promise. “This, too shall pass”
June 4th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
So poetic.