Time To Clean
Some people’s homes are sparkling;
You could eat right off the floor,
With not a speck of dust the mop
Decided to ignore.
Each day they polish, vacuum, scrub;
All surfaces are cleared,
The picture frames and knickknacks
Shiny when they reappeared.
But I do not include myself
Among those folks I know
Whose homes are neat and spotless
With that lemon oil glow.
Yet every now and then a voice
Within me starts to nudge,
Reminding me it’s time to clean,
A job I do begrudge.
So now today my windows gleam,
The tabletops as well
And if you came to visit,
You’d detect that lemon smell.
Of course, nobody’s coming here
But still, I’m gratified.
If I claimed this was my new routine, though,
You will know I lied.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment