Sunday
Sunday, March 4th, 2007Spend days distracted
With music, movies, friends
The daily workload
Spend nights distracted
With the same simple pleasures
That buzz of your life
Things go by like that
You think “This is how it is,
This is my life now”
Watch the boys at play
With their boundless energy
Enthusiasm
And the days go by
And the nights go by as well
Sunday you clean up
As you work, you pause
And remember a soft word
Or a tender place
That one special thing
Brings everything back around
With tears in your eyes.