My life is a chaotic.
You know why?
It is because I don’t have a wife.
I have work.
And my husband has work.
But we don’t have a wife.
He has me, his wife.
But, I work.
And I have him, my husband.
But, he has work.
And our work isn’t in the home,
Except when we bring work home.
We rush to the office;
And work fast fast fast.
We rush to the airport
And fly far far far.
We run run run, yet never feel free.
We get tired.
We are tired!
No! We. Are. Over-worked.
Yet, we get up the next day
And get back on . . . the work wagon.
Because as long as the horse
Is before the carriage, work never ends.
And when our bodies and minds say
STOP!
That means work is going to get harder.
Plus, it never slows down;
Even when it is slow.
We just work harder looking for more work!
Once in a while,
I do laundry
And clean up around the house.
I might even cook,
But, not often.
I leave home early and get home late.
If only we had a wife to take care of us.
We would be alright.
© 2011 Sara Coslett
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