Why Bother? Poem by Don Dickenson

Why bother…..?

Cobwebs in a living room,
are not a pretty sight.
Filling up the corners,
or hanging from a light.
A duster on a handle fixed,
may swiftly clear away,
wayward webs and spiders,
‘til there dawns another day.
For, by this time tomorrow,
those cobwebs will return.
To haunt the house proud cleaner,
who never seems to learn,
that spiders do not slumber,
or laze away the night.
Nor dance upon the ceiling,
but work with all their might.
As each one to its task applies,
unknown to those in bed,
the tiny cobweb spinners,
will be working overhead.