Did you ever notice how dirty dishes
are often as plentiful as a wealthy man’s riches.
Where do they come from, who was invited to dinner?
They’re piled up like trophies to be given to the winner.
We wash them and scrub them, it never seems to end
put them away – they’re back again!
Such resilience and stayng power, they never give up
they persist to be our friends, down to the last cup.
So we might as well welcome the dirty dishes again
the happy times shared and the friends we’ve had in.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©