In winter, one item I constantly chase:
The gloves that I’m leaving all over the place.
Perhaps they were left in a cart at the store?
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On restaurant table? (I’ve done that before.)
I’ve foolishly placed them on top of the car
(For lapse of a moment, they’ve traveled quite far.)
In theater seat, or in church in a pew?
Come springtime of gloves I’ll be missing a few.
I’d purchased a pair as a spare, which I managed
To lose, as in less than a week they had vanished.
The cost of forgetting, I’ll hereby disclose:
It’s fifteen degrees and my fingers are froze!
Don Munday, email@example.com