I lost what I cannot seem to find
I wish that the object would come to my mind
Could it be a person, place, thing or idea?
Is it something to find at the galleria?
If I could remember what it was that I lost
I would buy it back whatever the cost
I have searched from the east to way out in the west
From places I donít know to those I know best
Still thereís no finding of what I donít know
I have searched in the heights and valleys below
Where are you, whatever you are that I missed?
So I sat myself down and started a list
You canít be my sister of whom I donít speak
Nor the brother who is so awkward and weak
There is no one to ask; Iím not speaking to those
I have lost all memory of them as I chose
Bad thoughts have replaced any good memory
Oh what am I missing; what could it be?
Thereís a hole in my heart; blank thoughts in my head
Any good memories are as good as dead
The moral of this poem is easy to see
She refuses each and every good memory
Her light is now dim to all that was fine
Now her heart is missing where she drew the line
When we dwell on only the bad not the good
Our view is slanted and not as it should
If only she would open her eyes just to see
That she has misplaced every good memory!
[Phil 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. KJV]
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