Puzzled

Life has a habit at times
of making you think you’re losing it.
First you lose one thing and then another.
You search for both but find nothing.
You know you’re not imagining it,
but are puzzled where they have gone.
There seems no logical explanation,
only that they are not around any more.
They say they will turn up again,
but the problem is when and where.
Only the future knows the answer
and right now, it isn’t saying.
The puzzle then remains,
where have the missing things gone.

5 January 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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