Losing Things
Today I thought I lost my keys
And knowing what’s at stake,
I searched like crazy, but my husband
Took them by mistake.
An hour later, for a class
Of quilting, I was stopped
When my ruler disappeared
Until I noticed it had dropped.
The class complete, I headed
For a shady bench outside
To write my poem, but where’s
My favorite pencil gone to hide?
It isn’t in my bag
And always has a sharpened point.
I looked in each compartment;
Now I’m really out of joint.
A day like this with many things
I cannot seem to find
Makes me hope it’s not a warning
I’m about to lose my mind.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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