It must not be worth remembering…

While it’s all a rush and hurry and bother and panic

Solomon returns – once again – to retrieve yet another forgotten item;

My glasses… I can’t see a thing without my glasses… it wouldn’t be

worth going it I couldn’t see anything at all, now would it!? he announced,

and we all waited more, and more, until he emerged, stopped in place,

patted his many pockets while running through a mental check list

of necessary accompaniments only to pronounce, Well, if I can’t

remember it now, it must not be worth remembering, and we all agreed

as I asked Solomon for the keys to lock-up his door… he smiled

and said, It’s always something, isn’t it? and returned inside.

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