Losing A Wallet

i suspect it was just right there in the sala
of the house of my friend
'twas her birthday and i just cheered her up
with my jokes
and i managed to have a little dance with her
and everybody was happy
until i got inside my car
it was already 11 o'clock in the evening
and then i arrived home
finally to find out when i undressed myself for bed
my wallet is missing

i am getting old and i am careless
on her 50th birthday
i guess we must have felt the same.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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