One of the greatest gifts
With which I have been blessed
Is the ability to live with chaos
Without getting stressed.
Some friends have Ideal Homes
That I greatly admire,
But to that level of perfection
I know |I could never aspire.
There are women who cannot relax
If a single cushion is unplumped,
But I can sit in a clutter of books,
Restful and comfortably slumped.
I knit or sew as I watch TV
And when I can't stop yawning
I go to bed and leave the debris
To clear up in the morning.
Unlike a lady who tidied up
Before she went to bed
In case they had a burglary -
That's what her husband said.
My garden is a natural one -
It is not tidy I fear
But something is in flower
Every day of the year.
To strive for perfection is admirable
But there can be a high cost,
Stress - worry - anxiety -
And I'm glad I lost.
January 2008
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