I purport to be no poet, but I thought I'd try my hand at one.

The following is untitled, or maybe it's titled "Lost & Found".  Or maybe I should just shut up and write.

My keys, my keys!

I've lost my keys.

Has anyone else lost their keys?

Always when I'm running late or early or even on time,

Those blasted jangling nightmares can never be found.

I search through couches, pouches, jackets & jeans.

Always the last place once would expect,

And obviously the last place looked.

In my pocket? Damn it all,

Ready to go? No!

My wallet, my wallet!

Again with the wallet.

Has it fallen out of my pocket?

All my cash and coupons, cards!

Credit, debit, ID, ARRRGH!!

Turn around and there it is

On my nightstand right where I left it.

My glasses, my glasses!

How can I see without my glasses?

How can I search without sight for something I need in order to seek?

I have misplaced them again and again.

"Where o where have my spectacles gone?

Where o where can they be?"

On my face you say?

I see.