I'm sure it was just yesterday
I left my glasses by the sink.
The children gone outside to play,
a rare and treasured time to think.
The radio kept ragged time,
accompanied a day of drudge,
with washer, dryer, brush and broom.
I would not change it - Would I 'fudge! '
It was not like this in my dreams,
I did not play at serf and hen.
I ruled the world. I cured the sick.
I laughed and stayed out after ten.
And then I looked out at my life,
from grubby knees to tousled top.
Beyond them, glowing, is my wife.
My world is one I would not swop.
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