Everything but…
Jun 24th, 2009 | By Carla Dodd | Category: Poetry | 252 viewsRadio glaring
Eyes staring
Head falling sleep calling
Neverending
Laundry pending
Fighting sleepy
What’s on TV
Fed the cat
What is THAT?
Get the mop the broom
Clean your room
So close to four
And out the door
Get him from work
Excuse to shirk
All falling back
Willfully slack
Another day
Why be this way
Brain fights sleep
Body fights drain
Collapsing deep
Tomorrow
Again.
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It’s my life!! In your poem. It made me smile and groan, and decide it was time to stop ignoring the pile of laundry… thanks!!
I always tell people who tell me I’m lucky to work from home: take your laundry, your dirty dishes, your phone and the telemarketing calls, your pets and your kids (if you have them) to work each day, and it will give you perspective on working from home. lol (Tackling my laundry in the AM.)