It is not the pen or pencil
That enables us to be.
Nor is the ability to grasp them
The part that holds the key.
Each alone is not enough.
It takes more to suffice.
For all the work that they must do,
The brain must do it twice.
So when our head's in disrepair,
All the contents change it.
It takes a person twice the work
To try to rearrange it.
There's nothing as comparable
that's as difficult to find,
As when you come to realize
That you have lost your mind.
You really haven't lost it.
The contents are still there.
It's just that you've restored them,
And you can't remember where.
I'm sure that I could hurry up
and know that I have made it,
If you could give me just a clue,
To locate where I laid it.
Bev Bryant from "In Search of Wings"