Neatness is not my cup of tea…

If at first I don’t succeed, I try again

My work is not neat, and it causes me pain

So I try to improve, to be more attentive

To the work at hand, my best I try to give

I work efficiently, but orderliness is not my strong trait

I long to make my surroundings and work immaculate

But that does not translate into reality

Neatness never comes easily to me..

The importance of neatness is hammered in my brain

So I berate myself on my shabbiness again and again

Once in a while when my stars seem aligned

I execute things perfectly, only to find

That in my enthusiasm to improve some more

I end up making things messier than before..

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I try to improve myself in different ways,

But the ability to be orderly is something that stays

Out of my reach-maybe I need to start with a purge

Once I get rid of superfluous stuff, clarity might emerge..

With fewer possessions, I might achieve partially

My objective of being organized and orderly..

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Ultimately, with the truth I have to reconcile

It is possible for me to be neat for a while

But clutter is my natural habitat, I believe

Lasting orderliness I don’t think I can achieve