Simple when you know how

when you don't

when it will not yield its secret

tormenting

 

There in my hands is the answer

easy years ago, not now. How?!!

and how could I have forgotten?

bamboozling

 

It is becoming obsessive

playing on what passes for my mind

it is getting out of proportion

excruciating

 

A child masters it with ease

with grace, panache and flair

while my adult fumbles achieve nothing

humiliating

 

I try to find a funny side

to most of life's defeats

but there is no humour in this struggle

demoralising

 

oh

 

so simple

so mind-bendingly, head-bangingly simple

 

Sigh

 

Why so little sense of triumph?

 

Now where is someone else.......

to feel superior to