Sulk

Left alone to sit n sulk of stresses there's a bulk all leave the house at nine I'm left only to sit n whine we live in a mansion maintaining it is a tension all get back only to dine hungry inmates for food pine they take it for granted that ill have cooked all ,that's wanted none to lend a helping hand morning to night I prepare meals grand cleaning the place is another domain Its a mania ,which to accomplish is a pain Always I move around with a duster I wish to see most things maintain their lustre grandchildren get home at lunch looking always for new stuff to munch their parents get back late they run to their arms straight each one then leaves that's when some tension reweaves They don't realise I'm not that agile With time I'm rendered fragile I muse will this cleanliness mania ever be released? or my duties eased my life it seems has freezed.