A cluttered room

A pail full of trash

Sometimes it seems that life is just an endless task

We’re all out of milk

We’ve got to paint the door

I guess we’ll have to make another trip to the store

     Time

     Where is the time

     To smell the roses as we try to stay alive

Don’t worry now

Though things look bleak

Somehow we’ll always find a way to make ends meet

We’ll trim a little here

Cut a corner there