A woman’s work is never done

Or so the story goes

Always one more thing to do

Before her eyes can close

With work, home, and everything

It never seems to stop

Just when you climb one mountain

You can see another top

Sometimes I’d like to float away

On a raft, alone, in the sun

But I’d worry all the while

About what I’d left undone

Will it ever end?

I’m curious if it does

But when I speak to those

Ninety and above

They just nod and smile,

And tell me everything is fine

Then I realize, with some chagrin

They’ve shifted their load to mine