It is a question that has baffled me,
Baffled me for so many years.
Perhaps the philosophers had the answer,
But that answer escapes me.
It is part of my life,
I see it so many times.
Is it part of life’s great journey?
But a part that has no answer.
I may remain in ignorance forever,
But why does it happen,
That every time they are washed,
Short-sleeved shirts,
End up,
With their sleeves inside out?