When the time comes,Change the bedsheets.

Wash, dry and fold the dirty ones. Boil some beets.

Clean the kitchen and the bathroom.

Take a photo of the family tomb.

Put the washed and dried dishes back in the cabinets.

Don’t drop the dishes or have an accident.

Sweep and rub up messes on the wooden floors.

Clean out the refrigerator.

Mow the lawn. Weed the flowerbeds.

Double-check the new showerhead.

Double-check the gutters.

It’s Sunday,

Call your Mother.

Wipe down the doors.

Practice tai chi and yoga.

Go for three mile walks.

Cook the flounder.

Set the mouse trap.

Clean up the visiting dog’s crap.

Get your MRI.

Talk with the lonely guy.

Take your meds.

Clear your head.

Live up to the expectations of your supporters.

Double check perimeters and borders.

I’m exhausted just thinking of my chores.

Be thankful. Show gratitude.

Create a positive attitude.

Study Science of Water.

Always go to the bother.

Keep checks on your banking.

Be sure to give thanks.

Even though you have broken wings

Keep your eyes on job openings.

Get your computer to improve its buffering.

Relax this is not deep suffering.

I am sure I have left off many more.

For there are endlessly needed chores.



About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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2 Responses to chores

  1. amabear says:

    very wise.
    i felt challenged and comforted.
    knowing you’re out there,
    doing chores.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Barbmcmike says:

    Perfectly creative and true.

    Liked by 1 person

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