Boredom Versus Enthusiasm

 

There are dishes in the sink
And the floors are dirty, too.
There’s a thousand little things
That I should do.
 
There’s a garden to be weeded
And a mound of bills to pay,
There’s laundry to be folded,
To be ironed, put away!
 
There’s a cluttered storage closet,
There is mending to be done,
There are windows that need washing,
And I have a mile to run.
 
And yet I find myself relaxing here
In a state of strange dismay—
For I am bored, just simply bored,
With the chores I’ve planned today.
 
Yet in honest I have never
Had my brain cells sparked a bit
By dusting off a windowsill
Or scrubbing things on it.
 
My mind’s a-ache for color,
For a spark of happy fun,
Where imaginations tumble
And enthusiasms run.
 
Where a dainty, drooping flower
Speaks poetry to my heart,
And a stash of colored fabric scraps
Invites a quilt to start.
 
Yet I still procrastinate
And watch the world go  by—
Enthused with creativity,
And bored with dusting’s cry!