She cleaned all day till her bones were weary.
The logic of responsibility had left her dreary.
The radio band playing kept her going,
As she cleared cobwebs inwardly knowing
That a pack of kids would soon invade
Frothing with energy like a summer parade,
And the results of her efforts would disappear.
But she did it doggedly year after year,
Until one day the kids were gone
And she was left with a spotless home.