I just published this poem on Helium and wanted to share it with you all. It really happened just the other day (Friday). I call it, "Early Signs of Dementia," but it was publoished as "Losing My Grip."
I grabbed a pair of clean socks today.
I turned my back and they went away.
I searched for them both high and low
Wondering where my socks might go.
If I were socks stuck in a bin
And I got out, I’d do what then?
I would not want to be stuck on feet
Trapped in shoes out walking the street,
So I would flee, hide where I could,
To keep out of the neighborhood.
I sat there wondering about this stuff
As if my thoughts were quite enough
To solve this puzzle; I looked again.
I’d tossed them in the laundry bin.
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Ha, I love it!
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