Tuesday 17 July 2018

The perfectionist's nightmare

I've always wanted things "just so"
A place for everything 
And everything in its place
But along the way; it all changed
If I put something down
I take a picture in my head
A snapshot; so to speak
These; in my head I would keep
Ready to recall; to use; to cheat
But after moving out of my parent's home
things didn't always go as planned...
Life changed; not that I need pity...
Though I was alone in the big city
Loved my new adventure too...
After marriage; children came
It's true; life was never the same
I tried to sort everything; keep it neat
Ah; it did become too much
So...my standards slipped...
A veritable perfectionist's nightmare
As I became too tired to care

8th May 2018

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