Lazy, Lazy, Lazy

The years have been good to this senior man, but why he is so lazy, I'll never understand. So many talents, lie within, and nothing is given freely, from this senior man. He says I b_ _ _ _, and grumble, and growl, maybe that's so, I'll take my bow. My grandad said, if the mule is in the ditch, you gotta get him out, well, most of my b _ _ _ _ _ _ _, is trying, just that. Things undone for so long now, with my hammer, and flat bar, I'll show him how. Walls come down, that are hanging by a thread, I"m remembering the words, my grandad said. Projects lie dormant, from room to room, eight years, and counting, in this house of doom. Fresh paint has covered unfinished wood, his, when I get a round to, and my, I wish he would. Old windows of yesterday, forgotten by time, only half have been updated, with the weather proof kind. My nerves are shot, my voice is ignored, while I'm still looking at these horrible floors. A carpenter by trade, his ability is great, but no improvement here, does he make. Ceilings to floors, much needs to be done, I'm just about ready, to pack, and run. Or invest in more do-it-yourself manuals.