Do I read or do I write?
Do I sleep 'til ten or rise at morning's light?
Do I go for a walk or shop at the mall?
Do I lounge around and do nothing at all?
Do I do housework like a good wife should?
Or do I do what makes me feel good?
Cookies, bread and muffins I can bake,
Toiling so hard until my body aches.
There's dishes and laundry and scrubbing the tub,
Or watching t.v., or getting a full body rub.
There aren't enough hours in the average day,
To do what I must or do what I may.
No time for chores and relaxation.
No time to follow my life's ambition.
Being wife and mother is a joy to me,
But so are reading, writing and watching t.v.
Before I know it, the day has come to an end.
I accomplished nothing so tomorrow I start again.
