Every day seems the same,

We just give them different names.

Monday or Thursday,

No better or worse day,

I wonder — what is the aim?

Wake up, shower, then work,

Between — on reddit I lurk,

Tantrums and tears,

Year after year,

It’s enough to drive me berserk.

One day the kids will be grown,

Moved out and now on their own,

I’ll look back with joy,

How could I be annoyed?

I hope that they find time to phone.

When I am old and grey,

With memory withered away,

Will they just pop by,

Or wait for me to die,

So I’ll hold them closer today.