Round and round
Clothes & thoughts
Cycles of sound
Time is bought

With suds to spin
And bleach renew
With grit we clean
And work on through

This baggage we've carried
But soon no more
Overflow clothes and worries
We let them go

We look at them clean
And truthfully say
Does this spark joy?
No? Then be on your way

And thank you for your service ❤️