Moving Poem by david lessard

Doncha hate to move? I know I do.
It could be just across the street,
new neighbors maybe, hard to meet,
I think I'd rather have the flu.

I think it's tough to move,
The U-Haul truck and all,
The never-ending boxes growing tall,
It's a rocky road, no easy groove.

Things don't go as planned,
You lose things as you go,
Forget things that you should know,
Overworked and undermanned.

It's hell to move, I've come to find,
Things get weird and strange,
Thank God you can leave, the oven and the range,
People get in your way and are not kind.

This is my last move, I'll make sure of that,
My body can't take it any longer,
I'm getting weaker, iinstead of stronger,
Now I'm wondering if I boxed the cat.