To My Critics

 

{Pardon my rant at the impossibility, of maintaining a “House Beautiful” or much order, of any kind, in this Life.

The Merriam Webster definition (online), for “spit and polish” seemed to fit:

“extreme attention to cleanliness, orderliness, smartness of appearance, and ceremony often at the expense of operational efficiency.”

My title pays homage to the great Gustav Klimt painting, “To My Critics.”}

 

To those who fold their underwear,

Who never take a break,

Who never flip through laundry piles,

Clumped sundries in their wake;

 

To those, whose towels are ironed,

And whose basins gleam and shine,

Who vacuum every corner,

Every morning, rain or shine;

 

To those, whose counters, clear of crumbs,

Top cabinets, spit-and-polished,

To those, whose cars don’t share a space,

With things their kids demolished;

 

To those, whose lawns are manicured,

Whose every sauce is sieved:

Although your floors could feed a Queen,

By God, you haven’t lived!

 

 

Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew