Making room
My kitchen’s full of clutter
the living room’s a mess
my mind is all a-flutter
before I’m even dressed.
I have to get up early
I have to get to work
get through this hurly-burley
my life just seems berserk!
I think I need a re-set
I sure could use some rest
I’m fed up with this pre-set
life of trial and test.
I could just get a strop on
could kick against these goads
if only I could stop on
these crazy busy roads!
The time has come to detour,
to stroll some country lanes
until I’ve come to be sure
I’m making proper gains,
and not just chasing money
or ego-centric fame,
but tasting milk and honey,
while remembering my name.
9/11/26
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Author:
FrasMac (
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