The Laundromat

In another lifetime, I was there
As sudsy clothes, a’jumble,
Went round and round until removed
In damp and twisted tumble.

Into the dryers they would go
While I just sat there, reading,
To help the time go by so boredom
Skulked away, receding.

When dry, the folded sheets and such
Into my cart were nestled
And schlepped to my apartment,
Up five flights I daily wrestled.

We moved within a year to where
Our building’s basement hosted
A bevy of machines to which
An elevator coasted.

Yet when I pass the laundromat
There’s surely no debating
That I don’t miss those days of carts
And inconvenient waiting.