Years ago I made a living as a silversmith.  My eye always catches glimpses of metal. Be it a gum wrapper, coin, or piece of jewelry.  And if its silver or gold(REAL), I will pick it up and throw it in my box of nonsense stuff. So I always check everthing out......no matter what.

Chain In The Rain
 
Gold plated chain, out in the rain
A snake on the yellow curb
There by itself, no claim to wealth
Tarnished and unpreserved
 
Link upon link, yet at the end
No ring, no hook, nor claw
Broken at ends, where strength depends
A line, from a circle....by flaw
 
A trinket defective, lost unsuspected
From the wrist it once adorned
A crippled snake, on a yellow curb
Corroding as it is born
 
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Another take on this poem in prose
 
Chain In The Rain
 
In a parking lot this morning
I saw a piece of broken chain
Lying on the curb
No fasteners at the ends
Gold finish worn away in the middle
 
I thought, that chain is like me
All the links in the middle
Connected to eachother
And yet
At the other end
 
Connected to nothing
 
Links to nowhere
Lost Lost Lost
Like a soul worn away
 
The outer layer looks fine
Adequate....functional
But so very
Unable to connect
 
Pax
A

Turns out the bracelet I wrote about was a teenager's ID bracelet,that said the words "Wild Child" in the middle, somehow I found that symbolic.....and a personal message to myself.  Maybe ??