I'm tiny, but can hold loads.
I bet you have one like me:
In your pocket,
Or your purse,
In your wallet,
On your shelf.
In your drawer
Or somewhere else.
Be careful not to misplace me.
Do stay alert, my friend,
Because if I disappear,
I'm sure you'll pull out all your hair
And throw a magnificent tantrum
Even if you are middle-aged,
Wearing a suit and respected
By your one thousand employees
And feared by some of them.
I do understand, don't worry,
Losing me can be like losing
months and months of hard work.
What am I?
Written by: Maria Garcia
