If my whole life were just one day

I spent the morning getting ready

tying my shoes and washing my face

by lunch I’m so full of my self

that the afternoon is spent running errands

finding a mate, raising kids, fixing this, buying that,

most of it wasted procrastifrigginating

and just before it’s too late

I get down to why I’m here

at dinner I sit with everyone

who woke me

who worked me

who let me be

and listen carefully finally

dusk is my time to tell

and I’ll sing and dance the sun to rest

by nightfall you’ll find me a holy nuisance

tormenting the proud and polite with mercy

ringing up debts that only one could pay

until I fall asleep alone in his arms.