The Minor Panic of a Misplaced Wallet
By Saywisely
1 min read
Oct 11, 2024
The gentle pat, then harder now,
A worried wrinkle on my brow.
The pockets empty, where's the lump?
My stomach does a nervous jump.
My life, my name, my plastic soul,<
Has vanished from my own control.
A frantic, breathless, clumsy chase,
To put my world back in its place.
A worried wrinkle on my brow.
The pockets empty, where's the lump?
My stomach does a nervous jump.
My life, my name, my plastic soul,<
Has vanished from my own control.
A frantic, breathless, clumsy chase,
To put my world back in its place.