Facebook has one good feature, (don’t get me started on how many BAD features it has), in that it gives you the “blast from the past” in it’s “On This Day” feature.Ā I enjoy seeing what I was posting years ago, and today this little poem caught my eye and I found myself thinking “that’s not too shabby”.
So, here’s a little something I posted on 21 March 2014.
The Ginger Jar
It wasnāt where I left it,
Iād looked on every shelf,
āI would swear, I left it thereā,
I muttered to myself.
It wasnāt in the cupboard,
I only found a sock,
it wasnāt in the garden
buried underneath the rocks.
I looked under the table,
but I couldnāt see it there,
I even took the cushions off
each and every chair.
āWhere could you be?ā, I said to me
ā it didnāt answer back,
and just ābecauseā, I had a look
inside the old spice rack.
It was nestled at the bottom
of the musty ginger jar,
I tipped it out, then dropped it,
but it didnāt roll too far.
I picked it up and held it,
and told it what I thought,
that Iād be lost without it,
and my days be without worth.
I twisted it and pushed it,
put it back where it belonged,
for a day without some humour
is a day that is too long.
Ā© Ceenoa
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