They play with energy, Running all day till the sun sets, They run so much they tire the whole clergy, But that's where the problem rests.
We look at them with envy, We look at them with sadness, And we see nothing but nergy, And we are taken over by madness.
We jump up in anger, We trash aroud look for out horse, And we search all over the manger, And then...we are taken by remorse.
"Will the day ever end?" we think, And we sit down once again, We let the day sit and the sights we drink, As we are beaten upon by rain.
We once again look at them, And we see thme as little, We forget all to our last problem, And we start a new riddle.
DarkCat43 · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 01:19am · 0 Comments |