Where does the day go?
I haven’t checked things off my list
Look around, there’s tons I’ve missed,
The garden still needs weeding
The baby still needs feeding
I’ll let Jodi handle that one
But there so much more undone.
The cluttered chaos on the ground
Doesn’t make me feel unwound
I don’t want to pick up my shoe
and place it neatly out of view
But when you act on “I don’t want to”
Then it’s just left out to taunt you.
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My apologies for the typo earlier today. God bless y’all. Thanks for the emails.