I wrote a poem a while back, and it’s called, Come Out To Play and it goes like this:

Come out to play.

I can’t

Why not?

I have homework and chores to do.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why not?

I have to take care of my sister and make dinner.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why not?

I have to work and take care of my children.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why Not?

I have to help my husband, I have to work and take care of my children.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why not?

It’s too late, I”m too old. I fogot how to play.

(C) Helene Moore