Twas the night before moving and all through the place
We have boxes that store things from the whole Human race.
We’ve found tea cups from Turkey, and pens we’ve adored
We had no idea how much stuff we had stored.
The boxes were stacked in each room in high towers
Somewhat of hassle in the wee morning hours.
A car we were renting on this last day of packing…
We found that twelve boxes is all we were lacking.
So we headed to Lowe’s to purchase more boxes
And slipped back home like fat wary foxes.
We finally are ready, for moving… I think.
It is time to set down and relax with a drink.
I go to the kitchen to find me a glass
When I realize that all of the glasses are packed.
A bottle of water will have to suffice.
It’s warm, and no glass, and no straw, and no ice.
It’s fine as I plopped down in a wrapped chair.
To watch the TV that was no longer there.
Tonight we will sleep while the sun is still shining
Cause tomorrow at five the movers arrive.
They say that Americans move once a year.
So all I can say is that it’s next year that I fear.
And I start this blog with this final thought.
“Things always get better,” is what I was taught.
Thanks for reading our Blog.
Robert and Cynthia