I could pick that sock up off the floor
But finding it’s pair would be such a bore
I could tidy all my fluffy sweaters
Just to prove my worth to all my betters
I could wash the dishes in the kitchen sink
That would make him indoors think
Those letters that have remained unopened
They might not be bills but a regular stipend
I don’t know where I put those cloths I bought
But to dust is something I really ought
And then there’s the garden
And the birds need feeding
Oh hell what’s that noise I hear
Think it’s bin day I fear
Another job that came to nought
The paper and plastic I forgot to sort.
Oh yet another cluttered filled day
Well words now fail me, I’ve nothing left to say.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
thenotsomightyom 