. Where Did I Lose My Mind? I just found my glasses on top of my head. My iPhone had dropped to the floor from my bed. The car keys I lost were much harder to find. Oh, where in the world did this fool lose his mind? My shades I just found neath the seat of my car. The wallet I lost, I had left at a bar. My Kindle passed over, as if I were blind. Oh, where in the world did this fool lose his mind? I found the remote in the sofa someplace. Umbrellas I’ve lost without even a trace. My pen has just vanished, with papers unsigned. Oh, where in the world did this fool lose his mind? My doctor, good doctor, what’s happened to me? I’ve lost my sane mind and so please hear my plea. You’ve lived a long time sir, in this senior stage, The only thing wrong is your elderly age. . . Richard Buchanan retired in Dallas after 37 years in corporate America. Most of the poetry that Richard has written was for the sole purpose of entertaining his fiancé as they sat through her many long chemo treatments. Richard ended up writing about 40 poems, and his fiancé ended up beating double breast cancer.