What Spring said to the tired housewife:
Oh,
happy day!
Glory be!
The
sun's a-shinin'
down on me;
The
stream is flowing, moving calmly
A
breeze and
hence, the
air is balmy.
Oh, run and
play,
Leave me be!
Your
laughter's just
too much for me;
The
laundry piles and dishes undone
Still
call me back, YOU go
have fun.
Oh,
skip today and leave them be!
The sun's a-
wasted just on me;
The
world is slowing, relaxed and such
A day for
yourself would not be too much.
You silly
May, how tempting be-
You
tease and
taunt, reach out to me;
The
dirt and mess can go to rot,
Clean house today? I THINK NOT!
I think I got the idea for this title from that poem 'What the heart of the _____ said to the psalmist', (I cannot remember the author but the first stanza goes:'Tell me not in mournful numbers/life is but an empty dream/for the soul is dead that slumbers/and things are not what they seem') If you know what the full title is, or the author's name, please /msg me!
Ah, yes. Thanks,jeremy f, the poem is A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow