Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Something to bear in mind


Dust

Agatha Morley
All her life
Grumbled at dust
Like a good wife.

Dust on a table
Dust on a chair
Dust on a mantel
She couldn't bear.

She forgave faults
In man and child
But a dusty shelf
Would set her wild

She bore with sin
Without protest
But dust thoughts
Preyed upon her rest.

Agatha Morley
Is sleeping sound
Six feet under
The mouldy ground.

Six feet under
The earth she lies
With dust at her feet
And dust in her eyes.

Sydney King Russell
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3 comments:

  1. Ms OpinionatedFebruary 4, 2009 at 7:36 AM

    I'm not dusting anymore then.....

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  2. thisboyzlifeFebruary 4, 2009 at 9:42 AM

    yeah, but they left out the oft forgotten stanzas:
    A house so clean,
    From stern to aft,
    Got her a cleaning book deal;
    H&G mag photographed.

    With millions in sales
    her worries did fade--
    Agatha went out
    and hired a maid.



    .. just sayin'

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  3. Ms OpinionatedFebruary 5, 2009 at 8:02 AM

    by the way - here's my version of Dusting

    http://gypcrose.blogspot.com/2008/11/dusting.html

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