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Friday, August 27, 2010

An ode to my day

Life keeps on pulling, first three ways then four,

so much to do here; time to head out the door.

It's so hard to balance each pleasure and chore.

The molehill gets bigger, too high to ignore.

Oh life keeps on pulling, first three ways then four.

I wake up each morning a little too soon.
In the room next to mine, my kid's humming her tune,
Then she brings me a copy of "Good Night, Moon."
Unbrushed and still yawning and wanting to snooze
I read of the telephone and the red balloon
When I wake up each morning a little too soon.

I'm lucky if I get time to eat
Im lucky if I can take a seat
I'm lucky if the clock I beat
This is how the day I greet

Life keeps on pulling, first three ways then four,

so much to do here; time to head out the door.

It's so hard to balance each pleasure and chore.

The molehill gets bigger, too high to ignore.

Oh life keeps on pulling, first three ways then four.

Every day I'm not sure what I gain
The dishes, the carpets, the windows and pane,
I'd say I'd go crazy, but I've never been sane.
I feel like I'm on a toddler's chain.
Perhaps its just memories that I have to gain.

Because life keeps on pulling me, three ways then four,
So much to do, but I know what it's for
I've got to believe, 'cause it strengthens my core
That every day is a gift with surprises in store
And that's why life's pulling me, three ways then four.

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