Found and Lost

When Ed went to check in at the gym

He could not find his coded tag.

The elevator was waiting so he hopped on.

After our workout and swim

I stopped by to check him in

And report his tag lost.

“Oh, someone turned it in.

Right here.

In this drawer.

Somewhere.”

She could find it nowhere.

Found then lost.

Sometimes I wish we still poked

Our index finger in a contraption

For identification.

We never lost those.