poem

McMansionWe bought the right house, only ten years old,In the right neighborhood for the right price.But then it all went to shit.It was too much houseToo much space.I could never keep upWith all the maintenance tasks.Patching holesSealing leaks Clearing clogs Doors that didn ’t lockWindows like sieves.Microwave handles kept ripping off.Now it's the refrigerator with A handle on the groundAfter someone yanked too hard.The ceilings are all starting to yellowAnd the walls are streaked and forlornLike they ’d been up crying all night.The stairs have cracks in the seamsAnd the carpet is a vitiligo of stains.The garden out back is overrun with weeds.I ought to just plow it underAnd sprinkle down handfuls of seed.But it ’s all so much workTrying to make it my own.Maybe it ’s too late for that.It already is what we have become.Maybe it was always too much spaceTo fill, too much house.Something smaller would suffice.And I would like another chance To not break something nice.  5/31/21

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 31, 2021 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs