TurtleFrogMan

After I’ve laundered my clothes
I fold them before their next wearing 
And right out from under my nose
One or two socks have no pairing

“Where did they go “, I ask dumbly?  
Socks cover your feet but can’t walk!  
Did somebody steal them from me?  
Why would they? What good is one sock?  

I thoroughly checked both the washer and dryer
I searched on the floor with both hands 
I found enough lint to ignite a house fire
I Found Bobby pins Pennys and old rubber bands 

But my fugitive socks proved elusive 
Are they here but I’m simply not seeing? 
Such mysteries are not conducive 
To one’ s overall mental wellbeing 

Where do these things go
Where have these things gone?
Where do these things go
Where have they gone?

I thought is it wrong if I pray? 
God through our prayers sometimes talks  
But Thousands of Children go missing each day
So god cant be bothered with finding your socks

SO there I was stuck in this quandary
In this respect, life is quite odd
One minute you’re happily doing your laundry
The next one you contemplate talking to god

I thought “don’t bother God, you should just ask a saint!”
And the rubicon then had been crossed
As I fell to my knees to address my complaint
To Saint Anthony, patron saint of what is lost

“Saint Anthony, please hear my prayer
Please hear my reverent plea
Two of the socks that I most often wear
Have vanished mysteriously”

Where did these things go
Where have these things gone?
Where did the these things go
Where have they gone?

No sooner had I from my knees rose
With smoke and the sound of a choir
Saint Anthony stood there in a monk’s modest clothes
In my laundry room, next to my washer and dryer

And out from his robe came a box
He opened it’s lid with a knife
And in there lay my missing socks
And everything else I had lost my whole life.

There were wallets and car keys and polaroid glasses
Ink pens and cell phones and rings
A term paper I wrote for one of my classes
And myriad other forgettable things

But looking much deeper within the saint’s box
I saw the uncomfortable truth
Laying there next to my two missing socks
Were my dreams and my vigorous youth

Where did these things go
Where have these things gone?
Where did these things go
Where have they gone?