You brush and sweep with your broom
Upon the kitchen floor and then another room
Cleanliness seems to be your fate
As you are the one not to delay or hesitate
You clean your windows and mop your floors
You dust your lights and then clean your drawers
Cleanliness is next to Godliness you so believe
Pride and accomplishment you will achieve
You wash your dishes then you put them away
They now can be used for another day
Next task for you is to clean all your sinks
But first goes out the garbage because it stinks
You look and then you find yet another mess
You then straiten and tidy to your own success
Another chore done and then another to begin
When it comes to housecleaning you never win
You look at your clock and it is past one
You think of your day and where it has gone
Then you decide from chores you will take a break
Housekeeping for the rest of the day you will forsake
You hang up your broom you put away your mop
Your cleaning for the day you decided to stop
You look out your window before it is too late
Cleaning and housekeeping, it can always wait
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem