Cold, dark dregs of a too-sweet drink
Dripping down the side of my desk…
Spilled over those papers “I was going to get to”
“When I got around to it”
Leaving wet stains as a sad reminder
Of the things I never accomplished
The rising scent of a once warm comfort
Permeates the cold air
Leaving an uncomfortable stench
That for some reason
Won’t go away…
And there lies the very reason…
I never cleaned up.
What a great reminder to take care of things right away without pushing them off...for one may not get to do it and it may turn out to be too late!
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