The school doors at last are shut and locked up
The alarm clock is quiet, we won’t get up
For a while – tho’ the dawn chorus is loud, in full swing
Nor will I be running wild, packing up the school things
into bags, bleary eyed, rumpled, unironed, dishevelled.
My sleep deprivation has a hope of being levelled.
I will mooch,
I will lounge,
I will drape in the sun.
i will put on my shades and watch the boys’ fun.
Yes, I once was a wage slave
I collected my shilling
but now I am something much nicer, more fulfilling
It’s hackneyed I know but it’s also quite thrilling –
i draw and I paint and I see my boys grow
I’m learning that I have to go with the flow
so illness while scary isn’t all endless doom
tho I will never enjoy cleaning up the bathroom
My life isn’t over it’s just changed a lot
You can’t have it all
but you can have a shot.