HAVE A GREAT SATURDAY FRIENDS:
A chance comment from one of my followers
resulted in the following poem:
LIFE'S GREAT MYSTERY:
One of the mysteries of life,
Must be of the "Odd Socks".
When you put a pair into the washing machine,
But one is missing when the machine door is unlocked.
Where does that sock go?
Where oh where indeed.
Many the time I've searched in vain.
My curiosity is getting the better of me.
When my husband and sons were at home,
I accumalated odd socks by the score.
Have you encountered the same problem
When you open the washing machine door?
I recall some years ago,
When I was moving to "Sunny Spain".
I came across a huge trash bag.
Full of odd socks .....in pain.
Longing for "Their partner",
Wondering where they went.
What DO happen to the odd socks
Thinking of the times looking I've spent?
There must be an explanation.
There must be a place they go.
Their must be millions of odd socks around the world.
Their owners looking high and low.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 11/02/2017: