Relentless

Another sleepless night
Here comes the dawn
No rest in sight
All help is gone

There's the mean sun
It's about to get rough
The work is never done
Already done enough

Must answer the call
Do the balancing act
Handle it all
Do not react

Take what is handed
Give only peace back
Do what is demanded
Try not to crack

The day is complete
Headache drums
Admit defeat
Tomorrow still comes

That Pesky Spot

You're the unsightly stain on my best tablecloth.
No matter how hard I scrub I can't get you off.
He's coming to dinner and you cannot show.
It's our first date, and he doesn't know.
I do my best to keep you from sight,
with distracting centerpieces and dim candle light.
But when the dishes are cleared, it was all done in vain.
You're in plain view, and I flood with shame.

Till Death Do Us Part

She has breakfast ready, even on a Monday.
He takes a few bites and then drives away.
Her wave at the window goes unobserved.
She puts on her apron, ready to serve.
She washes the dishes and clears the table,
She folds all the clothes that she is able.
She hangs his pants just the way he likes it,
Then hand sews that pair of jeans he split.
Just when she thinks the day is too long,
The radio plays their old love song.
She checks the clock, he’ll be home soon
As she puts on her dress she hums that tune.
She makes the dinner, it’s his favorite meal.
Asparagus, potatoes, and a lovely veal.
The candles are lit, the table is set.
It’s quarter to eight and he’s not home yet.
The candles dwindle, the food goes cold
Her disappointment remains untold.
After an hour of worry he finally shows,
He walks right by and mutters hello.
He kicks off his shoes and despite her plea,
Waves her aside and flips on the TV.
Alone in the kitchen she throws the dinner away,
Trying to pretend everything is ok.
He climbs the stairs without a word said,
Leaving the TV on, he heads up to bed.
She stays behind and turns it off.
Picks up his coat, his shoes, and his socks.
She puts out the lights and the tears start to fall,
She quiets herself as she nears the hall.
Though the emptiness is hard to bear,
There is something worse than solitaire,
The thing that truly breaks her heart
Is that she is in this till death do us part.

Old vs. New

Up on the shelf, brand new and all white,
the little girl looked with pure delight.
White and fluffy cute as can be,
this one was better than hers, she could see.
Clutching a bear, all tattered and torn,
compared to the new one, who's fur wasn't worn.
She wanted the new, but loved the old.
Which one to choose she was never told.
So she thought very hard, and let out a sigh
as she kissed the old and said goodbye.
Taking the new one she giggled and played,
until her new friend had started to fade.
It wasn't as soft, though it looked very fine.
She missed her old friend she had known for all time.
The old now lay cold in a gutter somewhere,
rain soaked and crying with no one to care.
Confused at the sudden lack of love,
missing the sweet girl's soft little hug.
Same as the old, the girl soon regrets
the loss of the friend she will never forget.
She cannot return to the place where it lay,
for the lack of courage and words to say.
So the New and the old continue to dance
while she's wishing she gave the old one a chance.
While playing outside with her brand new toy,
she wishes she had at least some joy.
I miss the old, she thinks on the lawn.
A little too late, for her friend is now gone.