Project Clog

How many of us are unaffected by rush hour traffic, looming deadlines, personal and family demands, emails waiting for response? Not many, sad to say. Which is the reason why the following poem from my brilliant friend Dave strikes so close to home. Thanks to his insights, here is this Monday’s Poem of the Week. Project Clog Too many cars on the two lane road of a day with only twenty-four hours Too many odds and ends and now we cannot open the kitchen drawer Plaque inside the arteries of wings of opportunity, building up and crippling the pathways as it hardens Too many kids causing chaos in the class of the poor beleaguered teacher of my mental kindergarten Too many people in the lines at the convention Too many facts for any shot at comprehension Enumerating numerals too numerous to mention Too many metaphors, vying for attention Projects next to projects next to things I need to do The bigger that the pile becomes the less I follow through I have a bit of time to tackle something on the list The question I’m incapable of answering is which? Doorknobs, windows, leaks, and other simple home repair Longer term endeavors such as web design and software Organize the office or the tools or paint the shed Write or draw or dig or maybe solder things instead Finish off that ebook, fix the bike, or plant the peas Engineer world peace or fight starvation or disease Dominate the markets, pass some laws, or stage a coup Save endangered species, raise a teenager or two And as I list them now I feel the urge to go and do No idea what as yet but surely this is true: I don’t have the time to waste to talk to any of you Or even write this poem So I guess that means it’s through

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