Mad House Gone
Washing machine on full spin
The kids have me in a whirlwind*
I don’t know where my day begins
Years go by I breathe* a little sigh
Teenagers are a different chore
They say I’m boring and ignoring
The last one left five days ago
Where is my mad house gone
The washing machine is never on
What role* do I play my life has gone astray
Reinventing myself is hard to do
Looking out my window young families walking
I hold a tear*drop in my eye my time gone
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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