I Could but I Dont
I could do this that, the other and the other
But none of these things are fun.
I despise dusting, cleaning, and sorting.
So, I stop thinking about that corner of the house.
I am retired and want to play now
I paint, cartoon, and write poetry all day, and I love it.
Sweep the kitchen? Clean the bathroom? Vacuum the hall?
I turn and face another wall, refusing to bother myself with this stuff.
It did not get done when I was working, why start now?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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