Which Will it be, My Sweet?

Madame, please make up your mind! Decide
Which is your greater plaint: the mess your
Urge to horde has brought us, or the fear
Of loss you feel when things are thrown away.
You cannot curse me for the mess and cleaning
Up alike, or for becoming paralyzed when faced
With contradictory demands and all but certain
Scorn. Let the house be cluttered to the ceiling
With the junk you buy, or let your trash man
Do his job. You can't have both, we both
Know, so you must make up your mind.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-20 at 16:38

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