I would find the rainbow's end
To reclaim lost treasures
That went missing over my many years.
Some, mere sparkle a crow might crave;
Others, minor shadows in Plato's cave.
In some kind of after life,
Will I find my gold penknife?
I lost it on Easter Sunday:
Jake flashed it on John's jacket;
From nape to back bottom *****,
He sliced the new dress coat in half.
My penknife vanished,
Like the invisible mend.
I miss my pubescent chums,
When imagination was all the fun.
But really, we would look askance,
Not actually sure of a come-by-chance.
Youth got lost, slipped off my face;
I got distracted, it got replaced.
Friends and family have gone,
And with them took
Their share of treasures.
Should you, my dears,
Be lost, I will find you,
In albums, jewelry boxes,
Closets and cushions.
I'll search the last place first.
My two older brothers. The three of us got the knives for delivering papers.