Poem: Defused



Tended lawn of grass to mow

Just to sit and watch it grow.

Weeds shoot up, need to control

Just so can green grass extol.

Bought gadget, stashed away safe.

Soon found it my life to chafe.

After kept clean and dusted,

Had to fix, when it busted.

Take in things, from other’s lot,

Whether I need them or not.

Keep looking for items lost.

How much does this all cost?

New order to life needed.

Tolerance, mine, exceeded.

Toss out that, which isn’t used.

Decompress, become defused.

–                       – June Nash

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