As I watched the man sweep the floor
he looked to be doing a good job
From area to area he briskly swept
almost making me want to sob
He truly was trying and doing his best
but more dirt was still around
And it brought a thought" that's not his job!
and very soon he put the broom down
Unlike the man, the woman see's the dirt
that is tracked beneath the feet
But he is finish without taking note
and just goes and takes a seat
If the day was bad he bore the loads
while as the woman wants to clean it up
Trying to keep the house in order
as he quietly sips from his coffee cup
When works not done she's up and at it
busying herself with the chore
Stroking and smoothing every little spot
as he waves from the bedroom door
Dishes are waiting in the sink
needing to be washed, dried, and put away
So she wipes not missing one corner
that's how she ends her day
So don't give him the broom or sweeper
let him go and watch-tv
He doesn't care to know where, the mop will go
so just go on and let it be
His hands wasn't made to hang the clothes
house chores are strange to men
To him hanging drapes is not eating grapes
so at days end he wants to crash his den
If his shoes and socks are strung everywhere
and he forgets to put away his hat
And when his pants does miss the chair
don't wish that you had a bat
His spirit is not like a woman's
he was made for hard work inside and out
So pray that God will keep him sweet
for that is what love is all about
Let your castle be sprinkled with patience
so your love will cover each space
And allow your heart to be a bed of comfort
and don't forget, ask God for more grace
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