Until I cannot walk anymore
Slogging on through what feels like mud
Down and down and down I go
Even though hands hold me up
Useless, I often feel
Perhaps it’s time for a nap.
The kids are now on end of term break. They deserve it greatly.
Until I cannot walk anymore
Slogging on through what feels like mud
Down and down and down I go
Even though hands hold me up
Useless, I often feel
Perhaps it’s time for a nap.
The kids are now on end of term break. They deserve it greatly.