363 (27.06.2015)

They cry out for attention all day long
As if they know time is slipping away
And that the world will gradually go wrong
If some attention to them I don't pay.
And when eventually I do sit down
I feel a wave of peace sweep over me
As if I'm more than just a speeding clown
And I'll be worth redemption finally.
So I sit down and play a game with them
Or I run out and chase them through the woods
And then I find the place where pleasures stem
And something worth more than all worldly goods.
So once again I thank my children now,
For ir'ning out the furrows in my brow.



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