It's Slipping Away

Time is slipping away,
And this I surely know,
Minutes'n hours that are now here,
How soon they're gonna go.

My second manuscript,
Well, it needs to be done,
That's toppin' a bucket list,
Which has me on the run.

Would rather spend time playin' with pup,
Got friends to phone and folks to interrupt.
My car needs a vacuum, floor needs scrubbin',
Hedge needs weedin' and bushes need shrubbin',
Hubby wants attention, I've neighbors to see,
There's folks I certainly forgot to mention,
'Cause that's just like me.

Oh my gosh, there's a football game,
That's gonna start, gotta watch the team.
And nobody's surprised when they fall apart,
Another heartbreaker will surely smart.

If you're wonderin' why I'm still here,
And not doing what needs to be done,
It's cause I like writin' poetry,
That other stuff ain't so much fun.