Although the heat’s been on all day,
The clothes are still not dry.
I’d like to tidy them away
But hardly can, can I?
And so I find another chore
And take it in my stride –
As if that’s what I’m living for
Or won’t be satisfied.
There was a time when that was true;
I hid in what I did.
But now I do the things I do
As when I was a kid.
For, when I was a little boy,
I did my chores with boundless joy.
Photo by Caspar Camille Rubin on Unsplash
