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.