We always have dishes to wash
And also a house to clean,
In the bin they'll be trash to squash
That is just our normal routine.
And of course errands to run.
There will always be a meal to cook
And always a bed to make,
A jacket or keys to hang on a hook
Waiting for us after we wake.
That is how our day begun.
There will always be a floor to sweep
And also clothes to put away,
Containers and pins to use and keep
Just for that other specific day.
And then for us the day is done.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol have you been spying on me :)) add picking up toys and you've written an Ode to my day :)