The search is on for something that,
in the comfy chair had sat.
Maybe, it's that fluffy cat,
Taffy, who I'm looking at.
I'm seeking but I do not find
the place to meet within the mind
Brew a brand new pot of tea
and sew a common thread with me.
Looking under every rock,
for that other single sock.
I know the thing that must be found,
is somewhere in this bit of ground.
Sometimes it's best to set a spell,
til comes the ringing of the bell.
Which signals that the time is near,
for the fog to lift and clear.
Patience is the proper key,
on a chain it stays with me.
As the hands move on the clock,
soon my own will turn the lock.
Edited by Belle, 11 March 2016 - 02:28 AM.