A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
By Felipe Velazquez
Help me! Help me, please!
It’s gone! Gone missing or taken!
What am I to do?
It was here or maybe there,
In this very room!
I swore with a prayer
To never leave it bare
And so it was placed in a tomb
To be consumed very soon.
And who knew where I placed it?
Was it one of you who knew?
Someone now has all of my fortunes.
Slim and thin, I know it was not much
But I put all my trust in its luck
And now all is lost.
I am doomed
The soul-less man beating his tin can:
“Finders keepers leave losers weepers”
And what a poor plan
To leave my fate in the post-dinner plate
Look now. See this.
The sarcophagus is quite intact
No breach or sign of attack!
Could it be my pain is all in vain?
Is there a cost for that which can not be lost?
Perhaps it never existed at all!