Clutter

We haven't moved house
in over 40 years.

Will Sombody PLEASE
Come over here?

Climbing and digging
through so much stuff,

To do the cleaning
I huff and puff.

Stories and magazines,
papers and paint,

Scissors and pencils,
organized, I ain't!

Moving my memories from
this place to that,

Sorting and Sifting,

"Oh!" Look! Discovered my Hat!

Coffee

Smell the coffee, brewing stewing.
Waking up slowly, the pot I keep viewing.
Come on, come on, I hate waiting.
All the while contemplating.
That fresh hot taste, the first great slurp.
Oh, who first found you, I'd live in a Yurt.
To be there, to be contented.
Now the coffee is done, and I have vented.