Piles of Laundry Piles of bills Piles of chores Left undone still Piles of books Waiting to be read Piles of requests Kids waiting to be fed Piles of dreams Pushed to the side And the piles will keep growing As long as I am alive But today at least I will walk in the sun Listen to the birds sing Have a little fun The piles will be waiting But I won’t be there For I’m communing with nature Breathing in her rare air
