The Bedroom. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Christmas presents heaped on floor,
Coats and jackets hang on door.
When will I clear up this mess?
To think about it, causes stress!

The easy option seems to be,
To go downstairs and watch TV
And leave the room upstairs behind
For out of sight is out of mind!

It’s when I come up here to bed
And look around, then in my head
I build a plan to store away
But the clutter’s growing every day!

Half is junk and half is not
Plus an empty wardrobe filled with rot.
I’ll break that up and clear that space
Then find something to take its place!