Fuels Running Low

It seems I give myself no time,
To sit and enjoy life,
I baby sit and entertain,
Try to be a good mother and a wife,
I try to plan the celerbrations,
For all their special days,
Running around just like a rooster,
As though I were in a maze. 

I feel as though I am on empty,
My fuel is running low,
I should stop and rest awhile,
But I just have to go.
Make the bed and sweep the floor,
Do the laundry, go to the store,
Cook a meal and clean up time,
Sometimes I think, I've lost my mind.

I know I make more work for me.
Tomorrow will be another day,
I'll tend to the grandchildren,
When we'll again laugh and play.
Sometimes when I really feel rundown,
I go off  quietly to be alone,
I sit in silence to cry awhile,
And face the world with a big old smile.