Raising Teens and Pre-Teens

A tempest rages deep within A storm brews in my soul Outside conflict seeping in And stirring in my bowl So many things that I expect And never seem to gain I try to stand back and reflect But I'm clouded by the pain A simple task that I request Be done when I get home Is crumpled up and trampled on Then tossed before my throne To me it's like a mockery I'm talking to the wall Why is it so hard to do The things I ask you all An hour a day is all you need To get these things in line An hour a day then you can play And everything is fine Cold and tired, I come home late And not a thing has moved No-one raised a finger here To see if I'd approve Why is it so much to ask For help along the way I know that all inside this house Can hear the words I say When e're I leave before the dawn To toil in the sun I hope that this might be the day When all the chores are done Maybe just an hour more Is all the time they need I give it then I come back home To find they paid no heed A tempest rages deep within The confines of my soul Thank God I have the poetry To keep me in control Rockman Even though those days have passed, I still find that writing is the best way to vent feelings.