In my life I know I’ve lost a thing or two
I’ve lost coffee cups, jobs, and hockey games
Lost my mind.
Lost my shoes.
Lost track of what I was doing.
Once I lost some underclothes in my girlfriend’s mother’s car.
I hope she never found them.
I lost money in real estate. It was the recession of ‘08
I’ve lost luggage, reservations, my faith, and my way
I’ve lost keys.
And lost a memory or two.
I lost track of lots of old friends from school and submarines.
Facebook helps with that, a little, I guess.
I once had a box of crayons. The one with sixty-four.
I tried to wear them all down equally but the “Pink” never got smaller or lost its point.
Cerulean Blue, my favorite, went missing.
I worried for two days.
I accused my sisters of taking it.
Which they, of course, denied but, my creativity suffered. Don’t ever lose your favorite colour!
I took up smoking and hanging out with a rough crowd. Just look at me now. I’m a mess.