There was an old lady who lived in a shoe, she had so many children she didn't know what to do...
her husband has been jobless for almost 2 years, her children are so loud she wishes plugs for her ears.
She works out side the home several days a week, but comes home to full house work, which makes her feel weak.
So tired, so stressed, so utterly feeling alone, off to the gym she goes running and it feels like home.
Her prayers feel unanswered, her tears left alone to dry, her mind set for something better, no idea how to try.
Her frustration is mounting, the laundry collecting, the clock keeps on ticking, her life feels to be slipping.
No one to tell, her inner turmoil, no one she wants to know of her deep dark tale.
Her thoughts go a racing at all that life brings her facing.
She's tired. She's warn.
She's at her last straw.
If only she wonders,
a perfect life picture she draws.
Children bring smiles, laughter and tears, they continue to grow with the increasing years.
It will go fast so everyone says, but wonders how when minutes feel like days.
There is an old woman who lives in a shoe, with God on her side she knows what to do.
Praying each day, a scripture or two, seem to help her when she feels blue.
But alone she continues to struggle and live, and knows that something just has to give.
So she decides to forget about having a perfect house,
and hopes that the mess doesn't draw one more mouse.
Her kids are all dressed, not in the fancy name brands,
she continues to work, and still at the end of the day stands.
With a smile on her aged wringled face,
telling herself she is in the right place.
