missing.
Missing
I’ve lost my sense of humor.
It fell into a well
That’s full of dark self-pity
as far as I can tell.
I’m glared at by the children,
I’m yelled at by the boss.
And every little word I say,
Makes everybody cross.
I’d run away and not come back
If it would do some good.
But nobody would notice,
So I don’t think I should.
I miss my sense of humor,
And if by chance you see
It peeking ’round the corner,
Please send it back to me.
Thank you, Jools, for wording this in a way I couldn't ever be able to say.