Lost or Misplaced
When things are lost or just misplaced,
It’s more than just annoying,
For time spent looking’s such a waste
While good moods face destroying.
Since even in a smallish space
There’s lots of room for hiding,
So when you’ve searched most every place,
Frustration’s not subsiding.
If giving up is not a choice,
You’re stuck without direction
And even if your inner voice
Is battling dejection
There has to be a point at which
The chances shrink to slender
Of finding what you lost, so switch
Your goal and just surrender.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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