Category : Poems

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My entertainment center shows off the things
that I bought to match my decor.

The rest of my stuff weaves in and out 
from ceiling, to wall, to floor.

As I gently lift each piece to dust, 
I begin to reminisce.

I feel some day for all this dusting, 
I’ll not be up to this.

And, if the day comes when for my stuff 
I cannot care,

I’ll be kind and make the dusting 
a much simpler affair.

© Copyright 2000 by Jean E. Gorney