The mail piles up when you’re away;
The
plants may droop or wither,
But
all else stays exactly so
If
you go yon and hither.
The
jacket you forgot to hang,
The
food that’s going rotten
Were
left in limbo with some other
Things
perhaps forgotten.
The
order you forgot to send,
The
room in need of dusting
Wait
patiently ‘til you return,
Like
little children, trusting.
Then
you get home and do those chores
You
somehow left unfinished
Or
add them to a growing list
That
slowly gets diminished.
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