They cry out for attention all day long
As if they know time is slipping away
And that the world will gradually go wrong
If some attention to them I don't pay.
And when eventually I do sit down
I feel a wave of peace sweep over me
As if I'm more than just a speeding clown
And I'll be worth redemption finally.
So I sit down and play a game with them
Or I run out and chase them through the woods
And then I find the place where pleasures stem
And something worth more than all worldly goods.
So once again I thank my children now,
For ir'ning out the furrows in my brow.
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