I'M Over Anxious
Nothing is ever straight forwards for me
For whatever I do I don't quite trust me
Did I make enough sandwiches, should I cut off the crusts?
Do I need some more napkins, Will the wind blow in gusts?
Did I water the plants enough on the window sill?
Have I watered to much to make them over spill?
Will the kids be okay to have baked beans for tea?
Should I go to the shop or should I wait and see?
Will the dog bite the postman if he comes through our gate?
I should have known that one not left it to fate
Nothing is ever straight forwards for me
For whatever I do I don't quite trust me
Should I try a new hairstyle, go for short and neat?
Or maybe try something a little upbeat?
Do I really need Sky TV to keep him amused?
Or can the expense be far better used?
Do I wash all his socks inside out as they are?
Or is that taking things just a little too far?
Is it okay to laugh when he slips on the soap?
Or should I just ask if there's anything broke?
Nothing is ever straight forwards for me
For whatever I do I don't quite trust me
Should I go for a walk and take the dog out?
Or stay here and pet him, get covered in snout?
Perhaps I should hoover from top the of the stairs?
Get rid off all the unwanted pet hairs?
Shepherds pie or roast pork for our tea?
He won't want either and blame it on me
Can I reach the phone before the ringing ceases?
Or will it fall and break into a thousand pieces?
Nothing is ever straight forwards for me
For whatever I do I don't quite trust me
If I put in a plug will the sink overflow?
Should I turn off the taps before I turn to go?
Will the washing machine cycle ever end?
The drone and the noise drives me round the bend
Will the dog eat his food from his dish for a change?
Or will most of it end over the range?
And If I take a bath will the door bell go?
Forcing me out with too much on show?
Nothing is ever straight forwards for me
For whatever I do I don't quite trust me
If instructions say pull, I just have to push
Maybe I was found under a gooseberry bush
Whatever I try never quite pans out right
If I'm hoping for peace there's always a fight
I do try my best to make a decision
But for me multiplying is like long division
And whatever I do with the best of intention
Would have been done far better if I'd practiced abstention
Jane Shields 18th August 2016
Copyright © Jane Shields | Year Posted 2017
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