You didn’t really believe I’d write about chores did you? The spring cleaning I’m talking about takes more than a season to do. I’m talking about the spring cleaning of your mind. The thoughts and conversations you have with yourself. You do know whether good or bad, it can tear you down or build you up? Stop telling yourself you’re worthless that your life must not have a purpose. That kind of talk is for the trash if I’m being honest. The spring cleaning I’m talking about is letting go of past pain; or friends that didn’t last. The pain taught you lessons; and the friendships were for a season; true you had good times and man did it go by fast. Spring clean your body and your soul. Take extra care of your health(this includes your teeth and gums) get in touch with who you are and become the man or woman anyone would be lucky to know. Spring cleaning like this is a life long commitment; it takes much time. You’ll be thankful that you did it in due time.
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GenXer Shamrocker ☘️ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 🍀 Most of the time, in order to truly heal; every wall, every brick, every layer must be torn down in order to rebuild into someone truly amazing. It’s never easy. In fact it’s hard. You just keep your head up and know that where you’re going is far better than where you’ve been. Always remember there’s a higher love that will never leave you nor forsake you!
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Very true. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹👏
Thank you very much
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Very true and wise as always this authors words, though sometimes it needs a demolition and rebuild more than a spring clean!!!, enjoyed the read
You’re right. Thank you
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A wonderful message often neglected we fall into complacency and let the dirt and cobwebs grow. I still like your hidden rhyme it gives spice to the read. Lovley
I hope those hidden gems help others as well.
Good write GS.
For me it's - KPs my slave, not even my servant. I give her all the cleaning to do - spring, summer, whatever season. Me? I just lounge around the place while she works, and tip bags of rubbish on the floor to make extra work for her! heehee. Woof! This must stop, says Fido. LOL.
lol 😂 now I’ll write about those dreaded chores
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