Two in the morning, I finally lay my head
On my comfy pillow, awaiting me in bed.
Sun goes up and down again. Been walking in a haze.
Children all around me, filling up my days.
Sleep it would seem, must be for someone else.
People like me? There’s no rest for myself.
Cereal, clothing, and toys on the floor
Where I had just cleaned up, moments before.
I put kids in their beds, and breathe a sigh of relief
Only for them to escape, and steal my peace like a thief.
One or two are not much of a chore.
But when two becomes three, and then three becomes four?
I thought I could handle this task like a pro.
But when I awaken, all I can think of is No!
It’s too early to get up, I just closed my eyes.
Without some more rest, I fear my demise.
When will it end, this house full of noise?
Has my daughter arrived, to tame all my boys?
I do not think so. I think she’ll be just like the others.
Making Dad’s hair fall out, while giving white hairs to their mother.
It’s hard to raise kids, without a clue how to do it.
It’s tough when you think, at every moment, you blew it.
Would I change this life, if given the chance?
Would I forget having children? Would I sit out this dance?
If I could go back, and change the course of my life,
I’d choose my family again, created from love with my wife.
Through all the ups and downs, sleepless nights and headaches,
I’m thrilled to be here. I’ve made no mistakes.
I’d do it again, this hectic endeavor.
Loving this short life, wishing it was forever.