“Daddy, what’s the daily grind?”
I asked my aging father
He shook his head, and softly said,
“It’s rubbish, child. Don’t bother.”
“But does it bring you money, Dad?”
I asked. “And lots of candy?”
“It does,” he said, “But then again,
The beach is nice and sandy.”
“But don’t you get a nice, big house?”
I asked. “And fancy cars?”
“You do,” he said, “But then again,
Our atoms came from stars.”
“But Michael’s dad is rich,"
I said, “And he said life’s a grind.”
“Then Michael’s dad,” my daddy said
“Has lost his bloody mind.”
“Has lost his bloody mind?” I asked
“Has lost his bloody mind.”
