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.
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