Please read and comment, I'm still on the clock?

Still on the Clock

The debris of another wandering day

Washes up on the living room floor

Cushions and toys and bills left to pay

And unread magazines by the score

I start to clean half-heartedly

Time, it seems, outsmarted me.

The thumping and screaming that comes

From upstairs means the kids aren’t asleep

Before me the dishes and flatware and crumbs

Lie un-scrubbed and un-wiped in a heap.

Four hours for home work and ten hours for pay

Still leaves me ten hours at the end of the day

There’s still time for reading and writing to you

A quick note or a poem or reflections in prose

And when my love’s with me there’s time for that, too

But how we got old? Well, now everyone knows.

Two hours for me time, eight hours for sleep

If you wrap it in plastic, I’m sure it will keep.