Upstairs,
downstairs,
and in and out,
and with far too little time to relax,
and with far too much rushing about,
upstairs,
downstairs,
and in and out,
grabbing a coat, and a hat,
or wearing something less in the heat of the summer,
oh, there is far too little time to relax,
far too much work and far too much rushing about,
upstairs, downstairs,
and quickly in and out,
quickly after making something to eat,
and then quickly rushing out,
now, it cannot be healthy,
all this dashing around,
for the mind it never rests,
and how your heart it pounds,
and how much strain there is upon it,
from all the aggravation, indignation, and frustration,
and how this far too frantic modern world,
far too often leaves you in desperation,
desperate for peace of mind and words that are kind,
and some peace and quiet,
to clear your head from the day’s,
frustrations that make you want to scream and shout.
