Your prompt for today: losing keys. Which also happens to be a great Jack Johnson song.
I kind of did a half-assed job with mine, since I did it after writing this, which kinda broke my brain.
And yes, I did consider making you guys do a sestina as well. But then I realized that was a fine, fine way to not get any comments and I relented.
Speaking of which: good luck to Greg and Archi in the Winter Poetry Tournament's final.
Have I lost my keys
Or just my mind?
It seems that old age
Is most unkind!
Now where did I place
My black notebook?
If I could just have
One little look
Inside its pages
I'm sure I'd find...
Whatever it isThat's on my mind.