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Dust In My Eyes
McClure, Christopher P.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Searching

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:

TexasFred said...

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...

Chris McClure aka Panhandle Poet said...

Fred, sometimes I'd swear there are gremlins running around just harassing me!

WomanHonorThyself said...

lol..I can relate!

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