What seems to be the matter, can't find what you're looking for?
Maybe if you look hard enough it'll show up at your door.
With all of your good fortune it might fall right in your lap;
Now wouldn't that just be a hoot and can you imagine that?
Ah, but let me guess, it must've slipped right through your hands;
But if and when you find it you can bring in the marching bands!
I hope that you don't wonder when you're sitting by yourself-
How choosing, taking down and putting it back upon the shelf;
Could make much of a difference while your changing up your mind
With all of your indecision I'm sure there must be plenty of time-
To figure out exactly what you've been looking for all the while.
It would have to fit a special mold of course and be a certain style.
Ah, let's see, you might have lost a feeling or maybe even two-
But then again you might not even have any, or do you?
You might find it on a pedestal somewhere high, way up above-
Then it might be worth some extra time and effort to keep hold of.
Somehow I can't imagine how it could've slipped away;
You always seemed to be so good in keeping it at bay.
Well if and when you find it and for your sake I hope it's soon;
No need to be wasting so much time just barking at the moon.
Copyright Ó 2008 Wanda Lyn Carr