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Bedraggled, exhausted, distressed and undone
I don’t rightly remember the meaning of fun
I have no strength left in my body or mind
Or know when I sat with my family and dined
Blood pressure is soaring, sharp pains in my feet
My head is half dizzy with fumes from the street
Where I drive to and fro doing this and then that
I wear myself out readjusting each hat
So many to wear, each one vying for top
As I chauffer and haul things and still have to shop
Then hurry back home to don my chef’s cap
Never time for a rest, not even a nap
As soon as food’s ready it’s gone in a wink
Then I’m stuck with the dishes all piled in the sink
The laundry is calling with its dirty-load cry
You must hurry back here to wash and to dry
Day after day nothing ever gets better
Now I’m ready to leave and am writing a letter
To whom it concerns, I say for effect
With a short note to each being clear and direct
You may not have noticed that I’m down and I’m lost
I need time alone for accounting this cost
Daily minutia has me locked in its grip
So I must get away for a much needed trip
Then I flee out the door and drive miles out of reach
To a sweet little cottage on a long stretch of beach
If I can’t get it straight then I cannot go on
So weary and nervous I pace until dawn
I cry out to God, tell Him all of my grief
Those oceans of tears help cleanse unbelief
And remind me of days when I knew how to pray
Before I got busy and wandered away
As I sit on the sand just to watch the sun set
It occurs to me how I am loaded with debt
And haven’t lived wisely nor played by His rules
But tried to fix things using all my own tools
Never serving my folks with the food that would save
And pretending enlightenment while I lived in a cave
That shuttered my eyes and covered my ears
I whined and complained to all who would hear
Renewed and refreshed and primed for re-start
I turn it around, settled sure in my heart
And drive like the wind headed back the right way
So glad I had gone on my year’s holiday
I found out it was me who needed repair
Who was living a lie while protesting, “Unfair”
But when I get back to the place I belong
I’m hit in my plexus and right to the bone
No one is there, just a sign near the door
Stating real estate name but not too much more
Except a short note where I find a strange clue
You didn’t call or come home…now we’re on holiday too
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