Raising Teens and Pre-Teens
A tempest rages deep within
A storm brews in my soul
Outside conflict seeping in
And stirring in my bowl
So many things that I expect
And never seem to gain
I try to stand back and reflect
But I'm clouded by the pain
A simple task that I request
Be done when I get home
Is crumpled up and trampled on
Then tossed before my throne
To me it's like a mockery
I'm talking to the wall
Why is it so hard to do
The things I ask you all
An hour a day is all you need
To get these things in line
An hour a day then you can play
And everything is fine
Cold and tired, I come home late
And not a thing has moved
No-one raised a finger here
To see if I'd approve
Why is it so much to ask
For help along the way
I know that all inside this house
Can hear the words I say
When e're I leave before the dawn
To toil in the sun
I hope that this might be the day
When all the chores are done
Maybe just an hour more
Is all the time they need
I give it then I come back home
To find they paid no heed
A tempest rages deep within
The confines of my soul
Thank God I have the poetry
To keep me in control
Rockman
Even though those days have passed, I still find that writing is the best way to vent
feelings.
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2011
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