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Losing Things

It’s strange the way things always disappear,

As if they had an inner life their own,

Just when one needs or feels one wants them near.


My mobile phone was in its case right here

Now vanished without message bleep or moan.

It’s strange the way things always disappear.


My wallet’s done a walkabout, it’s clear,

And left me with no option but a loan,

Just when I need and feel I want it near.


My hearing aid has fallen from my ear

Without a trace and now I’m deaf as stone.

It’s strange the way things always disappear.


My glasses, too, have left their case, I fear,

For some more distant, unknown twilight zone,

Just when I need and feel I want them near.


I think that there’s a plot to interfere,

To make me feel my brain itself has flown.

It’s strange the way things always disappear

Just when one needs or feels one wants them near.


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