The Worry Machine

The clothes we wear get dirty
Or, once worn, are not so fresh,
So they get cleaned (or should) before 
They’re back against our flesh.

Now wouldn’t it be wonderful
If, like our dirty wash,
Our problems could be laundered
And would disappear? Oh gosh!

We’d load our worries and our stress,
Each sorrow, dread and fear
Into some contraption, spinning ‘til
They all would disappear.

Each day would start out crisp and clean
And we could reassert
Our better selves, at least until,
The build-up of new dirt.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
July 31, 2021 at 7:39 PM
I like the idea of 'laundering our problems" - great mind, my friend!
Peckham Avatar
July 26, 2021 at 8:16 PM
Your poems, although very truthful in some ways, are full of humor. Great work!
Rigoler Avatar
July 26, 2021 at 6:04 PM
That would be quite a machine, Ilene. Unfortunately worries and stresses are never far from any of us, and we'd we using that machine daily until we'd need a new one. / Maurice
Mcleod Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 10:07 PM
Love the rhythm Ilene. Trevor
Callus Avatar
July 21, 2021 at 1:37 PM
A most cute and enjoyable poem, Ilene. So far I wash and rinse my worries by hand, and I can assure you it's not an easy job....so do let me know when that machine hits the market :) ~ Best regards // paul
Cunningham Avatar
July 21, 2021 at 1:24 PM
You could be onto a winner there Ilene. Tom
Goldsmith Avatar
July 21, 2021 at 12:34 PM
I love your write and your idea for this machine. Are you selling them??? I want one. Love your line, "They all would disappear." Yes, disappear. Have a blessed day..............
Green Avatar
July 21, 2021 at 11:59 AM
I tried that but I always get dizzy in the spin cycle. : ) This was cute Ilene and definitely something that would be nice if we could do it.
Leffanta Avatar
July 21, 2021 at 11:18 AM
The Christians have baptism, which does not make much sense as, just like a bathtub, all their sins rise to the surface like scum which re-attaches as one leaves the water . . . . . .
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