Mike I did like.
For he took the time, kept track of my dime.
Helping me find, great peace of mind.
His careful attention, I think, I should mention,
For it’s not every day that someone works in that way.
I hope he’s rewarded for counting what others have hoarded.
Canada is a land of riches
So many things are lost in transit
In haste, to unload the luggage
Unaware of the fragile things
Shoved away in haste to unload
When I open the luggage
Thousands of broken pieces
Cutting deep into my hands
Bleeding profusely from the wounds
Losing valuable things in transit
Wounds that will stay forever
— The End —