Cardboard boxes
End to end
Will I ever see
This floor again
Jumbled like Jenga
Teetering towers
At this point I’ve got
Superpowers
Lifting, squatting,
Moving mountains
Nothing else rhymes
Except for fountains
Dizzy from exertion
I could really use a break
But my will isn’t willing
To negotiate
I’ve gotta get this done
No time to waste
Cause right now I’m feeling
So displaced
And once this is finished
I’ll have me some fun
For I’ll have earned my day
Of sitting in the sun
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/box-memories-photos-books-1209969/
Nice blog
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Thanks 😊
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I can so relate as we are currently undertaking home renovations. An endless task but it will end (hopefully) then I can pick up my camera again. Love your poem btw.
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Oh I hope you can get things back to normal soon. And thank you… 🙂
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I can substitute my work inbox for your boxes and reealllly appreciate this poem 😛 Hope you dig out soon and enjoy that sunny day ☀️
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Sounds like you could use a vacation 🏖 I’m nearly done! 😉
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Love this. It gave me a large chuckle 😋.
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Cause you know how it’s been. Lol 😉
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Yes, when you’re done you should celebrate.
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Oh yes!
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👌👍
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❤
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Just remember, “time takes care of everything”. It will eventually be your day again to enjoy as you please. Hugs
K&T
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True… and I’m sooooo excited for that day! 😉
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Nice
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Thanks 🙂
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