Manual Labor

Tired and weary,
My feet are heavy,
I can't keep up the pace.

My energy,
Once abundant,
Now wanes.
I am drained.

The effort required
No longer appeals,
One can struggle
For just so long.

Sweep the bad
Under the rug,
There isn't anything wrong.

The pile increases.
Get the shovel,
Can't have it
Blocking the TV.

Rose colored lenses,
Looking at me.
You see only what
You want to see.