Last week I dropped my glasses while playing in the grass.
And when I found them, they were only,
shards of broken glass.

My keys disappeared, or so it seemed, I looked everywhere,
Inside my pockets and book bag, I even searched my hair

I asked Mom for money, to buy a drink at school.
"Here you are," she said, "With cash you are no fool."

I was careful with that money, from my sight it didn't go far.
Except I did something funny, as I climbed into the car

I opened my hand a little, and my money flew away.

Where it landed I can only guess, perhaps the Milky Way.

Maybe the day was unlucky, and I could hope in coming weeks,
My luckwould be reversed, and I'd be the one who finds and keeps

As years went by I didn’t lose as much, and the important thing to mention,
The secret to stop being careless,
is to pay complete attention!

Lose, Lose, Lose!

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