GLADYS AND THE LOST PURSE
By Dean Beaty 9/3/08
Where are the things that I cannot find?
The next thing I’ll lose is my feeble mind.
How could a purse just “poof” disappear?
I’ve looked everywhere both far and near.
It’s not that my problems are really the worse.
But what is a lady without her own purse?
There’s lipstick and blush and a sharp nail file.
Without these things her whole life is a trial.
It’s just too big to fall through a crack.
I guess I’ll keep looking until it comes back.
If it could answer me back when I call,
Then I would not have to worry at all.
“Oh, precious purse, oh where did you go?”
I need it back with all of my dough.
I know I’ll find you somewhere, sometime,
I’m offering a reward, up to a dime.
p.s. After prayer and persperation the lost purse turned up.
It's always the last place you look.