Once upon a time there was a woman whose work was never done. Despite being the type to roll up sleeves and get stuck in her load never seemed to lessen.
Eventually of course, her smile began to crisp; her swimmers shoulders sloped; her knees lost their elasticity and her step its bounce.
Trailing her pail of rancour she trudged; under the shadow of the ever increasing mountain of things not achieved yesterday, until lugged bucket could hold no more and The Woman Whose Work Was Never Done was swept away on a wave of odd socks and toothpaste spit singing... Finished...
Oh how true, how true. It was obviously written from the heart! I liked the 'pail of rancour' and the crisp smile.
ReplyDeleteOh I loved this! Yes. That mountain of things not achieved yesterday is a thing I have yet to tame! Or worse....that mountain of things achieved yesterday that gets obliterated by whirlwinds disguised as children.
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