Losing Things Poem by Lindsey Priest

Why am I always losing things?
Why do they disappear?
Here one minute, gone the next,
I’m sure I put them near.

I remember thinking to myself,
I’ll put this where I know!
Then as soon as I have turned away
It must grow legs and go!

There’s boxes piled upon the floor
And more upon the chair
Whatever they might be holding
Are well concealed in there.

So many times this happens to me
I’m becoming quite annoyed
Which means a better system
Will have to be deployed.

Why not throw the lot away
Start again from scratch!
Forget about the paperwork
Admit I’ve met my match!

Whatever I was looking for
Will one day re-appear
But by then I might not need it
Of that one fact, I’m clear!

I’m sure I’m not the only one
To lose an important note
Scribbled hastily on paper
And shoved inside my coat.

I wish I could be organised
Put things on the right hook
So when I need to find them
There isn’t far to look.

Perhaps I cannot change my ways
I’ll stay in this mad state.
If someone wants what I have lost,
Then they will have to wait