The dust on my furniture
turns me wild.
A film develops on the wooden chairs
making it look dull.
The creamy coat grows thicker
if I lose sight of them.
The floors receive a black tissue of dirt
demands a sweep and a mop daily
The colours lose their gloss
The bath shows up hard
with the water stains.
An efficient care is required
the upkeep is expensive.
Working through the difficulty
I spend a fortune to keep them respectable.
Have to deploy trained and earnest
personnel. I seek and strive.
Hard to identify such men nowadays,
I face a hard time.
Impossible to do it alone,
I contend with a grim condition.
Meantime my house becomes weary.
Ghastly it appears with dust on its body.