He awakes in a haste
Ready for the daily race
He rushes to get dressed
Bangs his foot on his child’s guitar case
He sees in the corner of his eyes
His children playing with toys
Frenzied he goes from room to room
Amidst all their noise
As he hurriedly approaches the door
He glances at his children once more
He hears the sweet melody of their voice
He feels deeply torn about this choice
Entranced by what he sees
He can’t but he must leave
He wishes standing by the door he could stay
And watch his kids forever play
As his resolute begins to break
His heart within him begins to sway
But promises he has to keep today
He sighs – slowly opens the door
He turns . . . and turns
And walks away