Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poetic Blooming Prompt--something good from something bad

It’ll Get Better

It’ll get better after it’s worse, I know.
When I clean up a room, it goes really slow.
Several hours in, it’s such a disaster.
It looks like I used a dynamite blaster.
I’d like to give up, pack up, and go.

But I know this catastrophe I must master
So I muster some umph and work a bit faster,
wondering if my effort will ever show.
It’ll get better after it’s worse.

So I become organizer and caster
And I clean down to the plaster
Then the room takes on a special glow.
So if life’s storm begins to blow,
you’ll make it, if you’re an out-laster.
It gets better after it’s worse.

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