Packing Chaos


Oh say can you clear
This chaos for me
This mess I have made
In the name of “Moving”
Would be simple you see
If I were compulsive

I could just take charge
And go go go until I was done

No bookcases or furniture
Would stand in my way
Not today or any day

But alas that’s not me
So today I WILL be
Doing it My Way
As always…

(This poem was inspired by my shoving the bookcase — with my butt —
to make room for the box and black plastic tote seen in the photo. Whatever works, right?)

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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