At the Bottom of My Closet

At the bottom of my closet, I found in a bag A brand-new gray skirt With its price on the tag. I spotted the slippers I swore I’d thrown out And a dozen Clinique* cases (Freebies, no doubt). I also unearthed Shoes from way in the past And a cartload of shopping bags I had amassed. As these “treasures” got tossed In a burgeoning pile, I couldn’t resist Just the hint of a smile… For in all of that mountain Of stuff on the floor, What was missing was what I’d begun searching for! *make-up company