Blog post #24 The Chest Of Drawers

​My mind is like a chest of drawers
With every drawer agape,
And all the contents cascade forth,
A muddled, messy fate.

There are single socks and T-shirt tops
And pretty lacy things,
And trinkets lost amidst the crap
Of cabbages and kings.

And all hangs out in my mad mind
In a mammoth jumble sale,
Perhaps a bargain I shall find,
Perhaps a holy grail.

But my mayhem mind keeps me awake,
And though I close the door
It yells at me right through the night,
And through each day, what’s more!

And when I really need a thing
Can I find it? No!
It’s somewhere there in hide and seek,
I’m gaoled and can’t pass go.

Oh for a mind where every drawer
Can freely, gently close,
It’s contents ordered, neatly stored
And stacked in piles and rows.

And angels wouldn’t fear to tread,
And I’d find all I need,
Without the fuss and stress and mess,
My life would then proceed.

​KS - April 2003