Pink Pearl Eraser at Tax Time.
Tax Time
She is preparing for tax time
Forms, pencil, and a new Pink Pearl eraser
All lined up
At perfect angles from each other
Yet several degrees from her mind.
Numbers, equations, and receipts,
Crumpled invoices in the back of drawers,
She would pull out her hair
But she needs to preserve the few strands
That are still dark brown naturally.
She opens the booklet
And writes down her address,
Ah yes I am here, she thinks,
I bought this house
I must be able to figure out these numbers by myself.
With a laugh, a sigh, and a hand that feels a bit lighter,
she continues on to the next line
And on to her next thought.
© 2012 Christy Birmingham
Obstacles are not easy by nature, says christyb. Nurture yourself and remember you WILL get through the difficult times.
Funny piece.
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Thank-you, it seemed timely and caught the fancy of my typing hands hehe
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“Should 5 percent seem too small, be thankful I don’t take it all, ’cause I’m the taxman..” (The Beatles)
Great, timely poetic post! Good job, Christy! And, when can we expect some of those beautiful BC coastal pictures from where you live to start popping up on your new posts?
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I like that Beatles song, a fan I am. Thanks for the kind words. You have to bear with me my dear, be patient. I am writing, eating chocolate, smiling… there is only so much time in the day!
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I could not live without my eraser at tax time. It is about the only time of year I use one.
How great it would be if it worked for negative events in our lives!
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The eraser is my right-hand man at tax time. No two ways about it. I think erasing the negatives would only keep us from realizing how wonderful the positive moments really are. What is that phrase, “take the good with the bad…” Thanks Casandra for all your support, hugs.
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I always start out my taxes feeling like it will be hard, but as long as I go slowly, it’s never as bad as I thought. 🙂 Great poem!
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Thanks Dana! I start out thinking it’s a big assignment and at the end, when it’s done, I think why yes it really was a big hard assignment. Sigh it has to be done but you’d think I’d get better at it over the years… I want to have your end feeling! hehe
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I have absolutely no doubt why I abandoned my accounting degree. I despise doing my own taxes. I have to marvel at the masochistic tendencies of CPA who only do taxes. *Shudder*
Loved this. Especially the distraction.
Red.
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Hehe what no shout out to the CPA’s in the crowd, Red? Glad you enjoyed my poem and got a little light reading in between your own posts.
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I think I can manage…better them than me? *grins* Totally Friday Follies moment. My brain has been removed. Stinking zombies.
Red.
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Hehe you are cute. Darn those zombies! Always showing up on Friday…
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Loved this, Christy! 🙂
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Awe, thanks for taking the time to stop by here. It means a lot to me (as does your positivity)
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I really like this poem, Christyb….I use tax software now, saves ripping out the hair, changes are instantaneous throughout the whole form–no recalculating, and I have more time to read stuff like your beautiful poems….”:) Is that incoming I hear? “:)
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Awe thank-you Raymond. The cookie monster is here:) I like reading your generous comments. The software sounds wonderful and a way to get around the scheduled headaches!
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I went through that in January for my wife’s tax form filling in noodles and noodles of forms and ended up declaring something I didn’t need to until next year. duh!
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Oh dear it even sounds confusing! All I have to say is “What the noodle” hehe. Thanks Nigel for stopping by 🙂
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So clever….
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Hehe thanks Lorrelee 🙂
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The truth in this post speaks for itself! I HATE doing taxes, so I let my husband do mine. He is so much better with numbers than I am, since I am pretty sure I am mathematically Dyslexic! The worst things for me to do when I was a Brownie leader was fundraising and filing my year-end financial report. I’d get so stressed I’d make huge mistakes and one year even thought I was over a hundred dollars in the hole! My hubby came to my rescue and discovered I had put some things in the wrong column. Whew! Hope you manage to get yours filed successfully and don’t have to give the tax man any more than neccessary! 🙂
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Oh boy do I feel your pain! A royal pain trying to crunch those numbers… and I insist on doing it myself by hand each year! Like I will get an award or… oh dear. I’m glad your husband came to your rescue. Now if he ever wants to do mine for me… hehe
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Fun post…on a not so fun topic…and one that I never undertake for myself…not anymore…
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Hi Jane, Thanks for stopping by! I agree that the topic is one that can make you want to pull out your hair, it is a testament to patience!
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Hummm Tax returns!…Lets leave them shall we… hummmm except then we get fined! they say you can never bear the Tax Man.. I have often wondered though Christy Who Keep Books on the Taxman and regulates them?? Laws within Laws and Rules within Rules… and I too Chrsty turn to my next thought! 😉 xx
Great little poem Christy xx
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Thanks Sue. Ah yes the taxman. What I wonder is why is it the ‘taxman’ and not the ‘taxwoman’. Well we don’t have to get the taxes done today so let’s stop and relax for a few minutes instead 🙂
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A universal poem, Christy. Why is it when we have to do a task that has to be done, but we don’t want to do it, our thoughts wander around like a mouse finding its way through a maze?
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Hehe Thomas sometimes we are so good at avoiding what needs to be done! The more we don’t want to do it, the more our mind tries to keep putting it off. Ah, procrastination!
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