I was forever losing things, and my laughing friends called me a klutz,
Like darker skies misplace buttery sun, when a severe storm develops.
I had once lost the keys to my house, and waited locked out all night,
As mistakes of our older yesterdays, solicit tomorrow to make it right.
Plane tickets had disappeared, along with books that I'd been reading,
As honeybees search the meadows, for the thing they are most needing.
On one occasion I had lost my watch, and on another, a new briefcase;
......
I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.
I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.
I lived in the San Francisco Bay area, a location of beauty and charms,
Like the fragrant springtime blooms, strewing as wildly as bee swarms!
The library was near my home, and I would walk there in fair weather,
......
I was a famous, learned historian, living a good life in prevalent today;
As vast, grey clouds must move on, once wild storms are swept away.
I spent many golden days and plum evenings, perusing historical books,
Like a nature lover, passing lovely green hills, is casting backward looks.
I lived my life of vivid, probable future, waltzing with a prosperous past;
As sun and moon meet in rouge, dawn skies, just for the lively contrast!
I had written several bestselling books, on academic, engrossing topics,
......
I was a perky lost and found coordinator, reuniting people with possessions,
As pink-orange, diamond sunset rejoins us, reminiscing sunrise impressions.
I liked blithe smiles of pleasure and relief, at reclaiming what was once lost,
Like pearl, exciting moonlight, in demand, must keep returning at any cost.
Because I hated losing loved objects myself, I took my work very seriously,
As rich, emerald nature, hating loss, clings to vivid colors, quite deliriously.
I had lost cherished items such as lockets, along with irreplaceable photos,
......
I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.
I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and the modern,
As spring beds each year boast old styles, and new ones, in fields untrodden.
I loved useful work that challenged me, requiring masterly skill and precision,
As autumn is challenged to create beauty, keeping up summer's fading vision.
Friends and I went to fetes together, in feathered and beribboned fascinators,
......
I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.
I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and the modern,
As spring beds each year boast old styles, and new ones, in fields untrodden.
I loved useful work that challenged me, requiring masterly skill and precision,
As autumn is challenged to create beauty, keeping up summer's fading vision.
Friends and I went to fetes together, in feathered and beribboned fascinators,
......
I was a perky lost and found coordinator, reuniting people with possessions,
As pink-orange, diamond sunset rejoins us, reminiscing sunrise impressions.
I liked blithe smiles of pleasure and relief, at reclaiming what was once lost,
Like pearl, exciting moonlight, in demand, must keep returning at any cost.
Because I hated losing loved objects myself, I took my work very seriously,
As rich, emerald nature, hating loss, clings to vivid colors, quite deliriously.
I had lost cherished items such as lockets, along with irreplaceable photos,
......
I was a famous, learned historian, living a good life in prevalent today;
As vast, grey clouds must move on, once wild storms are swept away.
I spent many golden days and plum evenings, perusing historical books,
Like a nature lover, passing lovely green hills, is casting backward looks.
I lived my life of vivid, probable future, waltzing with a prosperous past;
As sun and moon meet in rouge, dawn skies, just for the lively contrast!
I had written several bestselling books, on academic, engrossing topics,
......
I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.
I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.
I lived in the San Francisco Bay area, a location of beauty and charms,
Like the fragrant springtime blooms, strewing as wildly as bee swarms!
The library was near my home, and I would walk there in fair weather,
......
I was forever losing things, and my laughing friends called me a klutz,
Like darker skies misplace buttery sun, when a severe storm develops.
I had once lost the keys to my house, and waited locked out all night,
As mistakes of our older yesterdays, solicit tomorrow to make it right.
Plane tickets had disappeared, along with books that I'd been reading,
As honeybees search the meadows, for the thing they are most needing.
On one occasion I had lost my watch, and on another, a new briefcase;
......