This is a tough one, and we’re only four days in.
I could prattle off a plethora of things I believe we’ve lost:
- The desire to conduct a conversation face to face – thanks to mobile phones.
- The ability to communicate orally – thanks to text messaging.
- The time to do things for ourselves – thanks to time-hungry employment.
- The enthusiasm to cook a meal – thanks to food delivery services.
- The patience to wait for rewards – thanks to TV streaming services.
I did say I could go on (and on) but doing so will just make me blue and I’m not in the mood for that, so here’s a little ditty I wrote a few years ago about something lost – then found.
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The Explorer’s Ode
He was my pal tucked in my shoe,
When trampling through the snow.
Or somewhere in the great outback,
Wherever I would go.
Across those hot and blazing sands,
Along those muddy tracks.
He did his job and did it well,
And not once did he lax.
He’d been my friend for so long now,
All purple, soft, and thick.
For keeping toes all snug and warm,
He’d really done the trick.
But I’d no thought or bother, when,
I’d put him in the wash.
And ‘twas the last I saw of him,
(I) Expected more from Bosch.
I got the electrician in,
To fix my wonky tub.
He lost his patience with the thing,
And hit it with a club.
From somewhere in the pipes I thought,
My friend would rear his head.
But . . . “I cannot see where he might be.”
The electrician said.
I shed a tear for my lost friend,
For good times now gone by.
For days of fun and laughter when,
My feet were high and dry.
And searching high and searching low,
Was all that I could do.
And walking through my neighbourhood,
With no sock in my shoe.
My sister said “I found a charm!
A nice one from Pandora.”
“I’m looking for a sock!” I cried,
And then I just ignored her.
My father in his wisdom said,
“Just buy another pair!”
“I can’t!” I said. “That just won’t do.
I’ll find him yet, I swear.”
I cried when asking my dear friend,
Kate – she’s like a daughter.
“By chance, perhaps you may have seen,
My Holeproof Bonds Explorer?”
“No!” She said, with much conviction,
But then went on to say.
“There’s somewhere else you haven’t looked,
Where you put things away.”
Without delay, I ran upstairs,
Flinging drawers wide and open.
And stuffing hands in pockets of,
My jumper thick and woven.
I found an empty cavity,
I thought this is not fun.
I turned it to the other side,
And tried the other one.
And as my hand touched something soft,
A lump grew in my throat.
For that was when I realised,
He’d hidden in my coat.
Now I pin him to his brother,
On my days of washing clothes.
And have two socks to wear all day,
And warm and toasty toes.
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