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Friday, 23 October 2009

Followup to My Glasses are Missing

By Jeanne Waite Follett

I found them where they’d hid from me,
those wretched things that help me see,
not in the dark but in the light,
sitting there right in plain sight.

There they were, next to my walker,
Beside the book I register
the things I am supposed to do
when mem’ry gives me not a clue.

As I knelt beside the chair
where glasses lay in “hidden” lair,
I found the hearing aid that dropped
when it rolled off the countertop.

Now I’m missing only teeth,
not the tops, the ones beneath,
the ones I need to chew my food
so I don’t eat with manners rude.

With senior aids I am replete,
just two more, then I’m complete.
Can anybody tell me where
I left my mem’ry and my hair?

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Jeanne - STOP!!

More beautifully written and funny verse. But, you're getting too close to home! - Sandy

LOL....the hair is on the dresser where you put it after you took it off, and the memory is next to the walker in that little book. LOL Or at least, mine is.

Hide and seek are common in my house. To help my failing memory I write notes and then can't remember where I put them.

Cure verse.

Sorry. Sometimes when I sit down at the computer to write, I expect my muse to take over. Instead, her evil twin shows up--the Queen of Doggerel--and I am held captive until she gets it out of her system. The after-effects are that I talk to myself in iambic pentameter for days.

Yes, my muse has a split personality, as you can tell by the multiple posts above.

But of course, when your glasses are not on your face how in the world are you supposed to actually SEE where they are???

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