Where do I begin
To clear the flat and all the mess I live within
The collective shite that I can't put into a bin
The books, the games, the papers, my son's decorated tin
Where do I start
As I scan the decks
This stuff gives meaning to this tricky world of mine
Though it is true it's really gone too far this time
Nowhere to sit or stand it truly is a crime
Oh for some help
I must pick up these very special things
But put them where? Use my imaginings
It fills my soul with so much dread
That everywhere I look there is no empty space
With this my mess adds to our loneliness
I reach for Henry - it's always there
How long does it last
Can mess be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I need to clear some of this stuff away
Then do another room
How long does it last (with great passion)
Can mess be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I need to clear some of this stuff away
Then do another room
(Stigmum has annihilated this Andy Williams song knowing full well I don't perceive housework as any kind of Love Story)
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2 comments:
Brillant post, i am surrounded by mess at the moment. just sitting and looking at it... hoping it will tidy itself up!
Oh yes! Some things never change in my life too....! Today again, where do I begin? May pull up youtube and have a singalong!
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