Your whole life is a cycle.
Clean, then stop.
Then repeat.
Don’t you ever get tired of it?
Although, you are next to your lifelong partner.
And then it keeps going.
For the rest of your life.
You keep them happy until your life ends.
You watch as the replacements come in.
You get thrown away.
At least your life partner is next to you.
Life as a Washing Machine is tough.
But at least you get a friend Dryer.
*First poem. Tell me if you like it.
