Yellowing coffee mugs
stacked high in
the sink.
To her this was
a futile mountain
of mess.
Mugs whose fate
is to go from
cabinet to sink to
cabinet.
A small struggle
that she could
not tackle.
For her herself
felt like a yellowing
mug traveling
from cabinet to
sink to cabinet.
Cardboard Poetry 
I love this metaphor! The daily grind… Yellowing us up! Keep it up!
thank you!