I've dug through heaps of paper
And looked in every drawer
For the one thing that escapes me
That I am looking for.
I know I put it somewhere;
Where that was, I can't recall,
So I dig and dig and look and look
Until I've found it all
Except what I am looking for.
I thought I had things organized,
In folders nice and straight
Where I could go right to it
But now it's getting late
And there's piles of things I thought I'd lost
But not what I am looking for.
So, one more time I go right back
To start my search again
In the place that I started;
The book I knew I'd put it in
And what do you know --
It's right there where I put it;
What I was looking for!
3 comments:
When this happens to me my wife and kids all shake their heads and call it "Dad's senility"... :)
Great poem... It hit a good spot with me...
Fred, sometimes I'd swear there are gremlins running around just harassing me!
lol..I can relate!
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