Found Money

In a backpack I found,
On the closet floor,
There was quite a cache
I could not ignore.

No, it wasn’t drugs,
Nothing really strange,
Just a folded twenty
And a hunk of change.

It was mostly quarters,
So I took a count:
Thirty dollars, plus,
Was the found amount.

Well, to be exact,
Also thirty cents,
And a few more coins,
Which were English pence.

The bag wasn’t mine,
Though I’ve claimed the cash.
Losers weepers if
You forget your stash.

It amazes me
How one’s attitude
Can diverge from that
Which your folks have hewed.

For I always know
Where my money’s gone;
Such a trove would be
A phenomenon.

But to each his own;
I have found my niche.
It I clean some more,
I may yet be rich!