Friday, November 5, 2010
Piling up and uP and UP!
I look around me and all I see are piles, piles, piles,
Piles on the counters, piles on the floor,
Piles on the table and piles by the door.
Piles in the bedrooms, piles by the phone,
Piles of stuff to donate and piles of stuff to loan.
Piles of junk mail, piles of books,
Piles from lunch, of the stuff that we cooks.
Piles of papers, piles of clothes,
Piles of schoolwork, piles of woes.
I can’t keep them neat, not even by force.
I just can’t escape the obvious source.
A home full of living, a house full of kids,
Stuff just piles up, we’re flipping our lids…
‘Cause the piles keep growing, they never get less
But life is still good though the house is a mess.
The stuff is inevitable, and it just seems to pile,
But our family is happy so I just have to smile!