It’s Like Eating an Elephant
How would it feel,
I often wonder,
If I could just
Get out from under?
Under frustration, strain and stress
Of fighting this
Gaw-dawful mess.
My attic,
Garage or basement pull…
Me down,
By being
Too #@%* full!
Sometimes
It’s events or people,
Who
Drown me with too much
To do.
Is there an answer
Within this rhyme?
Yes,
But you’ll find it
One bite at a time.
It didn’t arrive
In a single day,
So, pull up your socks,
And start nibbling away!
This was written for (believe it or not)
a “Declutter” class that two friends and I teach.
Q.O.E.
January 8, 2013
