My projects
stack like piles of books,
So much to do where all one looks.
Devotions to write, poems to rhyme.
I’ll do them one step at a time.
Garage to clean, the yard to weed
Fill the bird feeder with some seed.
The bathrooms smell less than sublime.
I’ll do them one step at a time.
The paint’s still waiting, I confess.
Front yard is still an awful mess.
A hike to take, some hills to climb.
I’ll do them one step at a time
My projects stack like piles of books.
I’ll do them one step at a time.
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