The drudgery of life is my daily chore,
I do complain about it! Yes, it I abhor!
But, it is the sturdy material of my life;
One cannot live and not know of strife.
Same things I’ll do each and every day,
To ensure I eat, to keep poverty away;
Mopping I do hate, a clean floor I love!
Can my chores be blessing from above?
To get me up! Make sure I keep moving?
To track my passing time that’s grooving,
Memories; Days I cataloged in the mind,
The unusual, leisure days I seek to find;
Mini-days loved; stolen from drudgery!
To unwind, I’ll commit a chore-adultery!
Without my work then I must suppose…
Fun is a chore? As boredom ever grows…
In sameness of every sort of day-by-day;
Repetitions in a movie, “Groundhog Day”
Wonder? Were my life a luxurious fabric…
Would drudgery be transformed magic?
Chores, sought to end tedious boredom?
On a run-away, short-stay in Choredom?
A holiday set to cook, clean, grocery shop,
As all the little people do and if they stop…
Working all their lives in drudgery away,
Send those atop a toppling; End Pay-Day!