Promises Promises Promises Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Today I realize we have too many
things for us to be able to keep up.
Anxiety set in since my bedtime

last night and is still with me
when I opened my eyes
this morning.

Clearing the mess
is at the forefront of my thoughts.
Today is also the day I play bridge

and a maid is coming to help
my wife with putting the final
touches for the friends

that are coming from Paris
and the house is not ready
to receive them.

It's too late to beg
them not to come because
they land at 420PM today.

I swear I'll put everything
in order after they leave
but it's been years I've been

promising to do just that.