I wonder why, I wonder when
Our world will be turned upside down
With boxes packed and things moved round
The creatures staring without sound
They wonder, too, of me and you.
I wonder when, I wonder why
Things change about us by and by
Boxes unpacked and items set
In places which we might forget
We wonder, too, of things we do.
When is the now, Why is the wonder
Couples torn and ripped asunder
New loves come and take their place
Where briefly there was empty space
Wondrous gifts which we behold.
Why? Because of items moving
When? Next Saturday, of our choosing
We’ve tidied up and made some room
Rosewood dresser, table soon
Chinese altar, all will grace our fold.
NB: ‘Couple’s torn and ripped asunder’. An armchair had to go!
