The Pain Of Blessings
How annoying it is, to open the fridge and have to make a meal.
To prepare it all.
Give the dinner call and then still have to wash and dry.
Picking paint can be such a bore.
Should it be darker, just a little more?
Pick your color, buy the supplies.
Do the job and rub your eyes.
Self inflicted tired back,
but complain about like a worn track.
He’s home from work, meaning muddy floors.
Dust and grime on the doors.
Shake you’re head and furrow your brow.
Then take a deep sigh and mutter ‘wow’.
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