The outdoor extension cord lay in a knot
It is my fault its present condition
Too lazy to roll it up the last time it was used
To unravel it now, I need to be a magician
My patience is thin; I have hedges to trim
Why didn’t I take the time before
If I put it away in a neat little coil
There would not be this tangled pile on the floor
I pull on the cord to untangle the knots
I admit that I am feeling the stress
Each time I get one clump of wire free
Another knot forms; crap, this is all such a mess
Finally, in frustration I throw down the cord
The hedges can wait for their trim
Maybe tomorrow I will find the patience
And untangling the cord will not be a chore so grim
That jumbled mass can be a metaphor for life
So much potential in that pile of tangled wire
The power will flow with determination and patience
Once free, we can achieve our greatest desire
Donna Cavanagh - MyVeryOwnFan.com