Jumble

Life is
A jumble
Too much
To do in too
Little time for
The leisure of
Pleasant past
Times like oldy
Congeniality but
Understood by all
Because we are all
In a jumble of far too
Much information only
Safe in solitude driving
Or in the shower as warm
Water cascades over us as
We wonder for a second what
Is on the other side of the shower
Curtain what place we are at but
Then remember we are home
And the jumble of the day
Awaits us when we part
With our hot shower
To face the cold
Reality of life
But better
Than any
Alternative
As we each do
What we gotta do.