A Lost Ring Found

'Found-old ring' Someone out there is lost without a ring... That to another one meant everything Didn't it match? didn't it fit? It is gone-did it ever exist? The jewels that lay scattered over the floor The barehanded people cannot endure... The anguish Of reducing such sentiment To the lever of littered pavement Where eyes casting downward must look to see The intimation deserted lately Each symbol makes further testimony In the trial of what was meant to be... Who found it? Let me meet the one who knew its meaning Because I suspect the recovering Was not fortune-nor coincidence Nor the just act of Providence But that one who possesses it in fact Was the one who I gave to and took it back... The hope that it meant anything has left With the article stolen in the theft But I can't stop searching again... Anymore, Than I can believe it never happened The emotion rests now with conviction A life sentence of that consecration... COPY WRITE©2009