I have a little gremlin
Who laughs in great delight.
While hiding many little things
Somewhere just outa’ sight.
I know that when I put them down
They should be still right there.
But, when I go to pick them up
They seem to be nowhere.
I look and search and hunt
And scratch my head, confused.
While that pesky little gremlin
Jumps up and down amused.
I know that gremlin’s purpose
Is just to frustrate me.
And it does a real bang-up job
As you can plainly see;
There must be more than one of them
To always keep me guessing
Oh, surely age is not to blame
Loss of mind, I’m not confessing.
Someday I’ll find all of those things
That I have just set down
They’re surely in one great big heap
Just waiting to be found.
And when that day does come, I’m sure
I’ll give a great big sigh.
They’re in such an obvious place
To think them lost, I wonder why?
May B. Winkel ©2003