My Life
Try walking a mile in my shoes,
Before you decide to judge me.
Try doing the things that I do,
You will then find that doing my job is not easy.
Sick or well I manage to drag myself from out of bed,
Often times with sleep still in my eyes.
I see to my son getting dressed and being fed,
I see that he catches the bus on time.
The dishes need to be washed, rinsed, dried, and then put away,
And I need to answer the phone.
Carpets are in need of vacuming, floors in need of mopping,
Lunch needs to be prepared and on the table.
Even though these tasks are in need of accomplishing,
I must face the fact that I am just not able.
I barely have time to take a minute for myself,
There is just so much that needs to be done!
Oh, how I wish someone would come in and lend me some help,
Then all my tasks would be done.
At the end of the day I am exhausted and out on my feet,
But I cannot rest just yet, I must help my son with his homework.
I will be so glad once I am in bed and I am able to get some sleep,
And wake up the next morning and continue my work.
Copyright © Wanda Mckinney | Year Posted 2009
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