I’ve been meaning to clean out my closets.
They’re bulging with things I don’t wear;
But whenever I think about starting,
The energy needed’s not there.
I should go through old papers and file them
Or toss all the ones I don’t need;
But as soon as the thought breaks the surface,
The desire begins to recede.
If I donate old toys, books, and knick-knacks,
There’ll be so much more room for display;
But despite all the best of intentions,
I can’t get myself to obey.
How nice it would be if the table
Were polished, uncluttered, and bare;
But since no one’s coming for dinner,
I find that I really don’t care.
Someday I will tackle these projects,
Although their extent is forbidding.
We all have a dream we must follow;
But in real life – now, who am I kidding?
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