All dust shows up – to my dismay;
No hope for it, I need to sweep,
Clean windows, wash my floors and keep
An eye on all my fragile plants
Watering can't be left to chance.
The kitchen counter needs a scrub
Avanti! Elbow grease – and love.
The trouble is - my day's too short
An empty fridge? Food must be bought
Facebook posts can create angst ...
So I need to switch off, refuel tanks.
But how to stop? That is the key
With a thousand chores awaiting me ...
Exhausted, I shall rest awhile:
Hot coffee calls - Italian style.
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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