Sometimes it seems as if it's too much trouble
To make the effort to repair this place.
She doesn't notice all the mess and rubble
Or seem to feel it's mostly a disgrace.
Instead, she looks at tv, reads the paper
And sometimes slaps a bit of food together.
I go to see her, quite the useless caper,
And nothing ever changes but the weather.
Next time, I'll bring a mop, some soap, a broom.
If she's not glad to see me, well, the room
Will be the better for my visit, then.
And in a week, I'll do it all again.