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.
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