The End of Ironing

The End of Ironing

Farewell to the iron, once a household tool,
Now neglected, abandoned, feeling rather cruel.
For sales have plummeted, a drop of great degree,
Britons opt for steamers, setting irons free.

Clothes hang neatly, untouched by iron’s demand,
Steaming creases away with a gentle hand.
The smooth flow of garments, no longer a chore,
As steamers glide gracefully, a joyful rapport.

Yet amidst this change, a startling truth remains,
As women aged 35 to 44 bear these mundane reins.
With hearts full of resilience, they shoulder the strain,
Still burdened by housework, amidst the shifting terrain.

The world evolves, progress we often hail,
But for some, expectations still tend to prevail.
Opportunities beckon, yet housework remains,
An unwavering burden, whose cycle seldom wanes.

Let us seek equality, with voices heard,
For the division of labor, let fairness further stirred.
No longer bound by gender’s invisible force,
Let us empower each other and chart a new course.

So, bid adieu to the iron, with its cords and its heat,
And embrace the steamer, its prowess hard to beat.
But as we move forward on this quest for change,
May we ease the burden, with fairness rearranged.