House Cleaning
HOUSE CLEANING
climb the attic stairs
and inhale the dust of years
poor forgotten room
with its sea of ancient gold
items too dear to be sold
how long has it been?
must be nearly fifty years
strange how time flies by
oh how dark this room has got
must replace that 40 watt
hardly space to move
between the sheet covered piles
as tripping I go
wondering where to begin
i brush items up to my chin
eerily disguised
like white cemetery stones
what a dismal sight
my mind goes racing outside
where a summer sun shines bright
now a rat runs by
quite safe from my downstairs cat
I must stop to think
this stuff aint so dang nifty
give it another fifty
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2012
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