To the Last Dish
. [for public domain]
To The Last Dish!
I'm devoting my remaining years coming
to washing my pile of dishes, (so numbing!)
for they're stacked to the ceiling, floor to top,
I'll wash to the finish, I won't ever stop.
Not for a break, not for a meal, not ever,
until the last one is done, Yes! Forever!
and there on my tombstone I want this much said,
"He died washing dishes. It killed him. He's dead."
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