You do not understand
I work twenty four hours a day
Yet you, yes you
Think it is not enough
You irritated by draps of cloth on the floor, laying for decades
Shelves filled fuzzy grime and smears of water glistening on the hardwood floor
Use me like a dog to declutter your disorder
Yet you, yes you
Wonder why my piles of papers keep adding
And the files of our past keep leaving
Remember our fluttering moments of joy
Now constant monotonous thoughts and actions
Its you, yes you
Yet you, yes you
Are a permanent leaf within my tree of life
Which I wish would decay over time