I Still Can Sing

My shoes are scuffed and dirty.

My hair is cut unruly.

My truck is old and beaten,

its brakes have started squeakin’.

I spilled some soda on my jeans,

and I forgot to eat my greens.

Things are getting out of hand--

dishes piling higher, and

yet, in spite of everything,

I have found I still can sing!

In the car with windows down,

or in my house while dancing ’round

the mess I then can start to clean,

once I recalled, I still can sing.