Hard wired is my mum
For the life she has chosen
Servitude, cooks and cleans
But at her age definitely
Should lead a more graceful life
Instead of wallowing in strife
She gets up every morning
Early, dad’s breakfast sorting
Then she cooks and cleans
From dawn to dusk: INSANITY
Boiling the good out of food
Not caring put inside of u
Any wonder my dads failing
Stodgy food hinders plain sailing
She’s 85 years of age
Should be winding down with grace
Used to think i was mad
Not having her life, truly glad
Shes created every part of her
Going the same wqay my sister
Too late to change for mum
Not for my sis, please hun
My sis please do the right thing
Put an end to all suffering
U don’t have to believe me
Ask anyone spiritually
Tuned with life, divine, gaia too
All designed to help you
But it’s your choice choose
Spirituality, win or loose
And a garbage life of servitude
Which doesn’t become you