The quality of the wood on the cupboard.
Old poets, plums and wheelbarrows.
Is the toilet paper on the roll correctly?
up? or under?
We never know why. We aren't allowed to ask.
Just watch and tell me what is.
- no understanding?
- that's impossible.
And everything will fit neatly -
of course we must trim the edges.
But everyone expects that
and we want it tidy.
So the sack full of cheerfulness
can lay there all day.
It won't bring tomorrow any sooner.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
The quality of the wood on the cupboard.
Old poets, plums and wheelbarrows.
Is the toilet paper on the roll correctly?
up? or under?
We never know why. We aren't allowed to ask.
Just watch and tell me what is.
- no understanding?
- that's impossible.
And everything will fit neatly -
of course we must trim the edges.
But everyone expects that
and we want it tidy.
So the sack full of cheerfulness
can lay there all day.
It won't bring tomorrow any sooner.
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