I don't quite know what you were made of,
Little card of plastic, cardboard, gold?
The only sign you were ever here
Is a stretched little bulge, and
Pale streaks on my phone case.

I'll be getting a new card in a few months:
A bigger thing, platinum, or steel,
With a little more power attributed to it –
As is what happens when one comes of age.

I'm sorry that I dropped you
Somewhere between the school canteen,
And the shop down the road.

And I'm sorry I never found you –
But I swear I really tried.

...

(Wait, how will I pay for lunch?)