Like crying babies who don't use tissues
Heaven must have its own issues
I feel the heaven I live within has its own issues
Let me begin
No cold water in the bathtub for the first month, a sin!
Snakes lizards and spiders in the basement
With water leaks peeking out when it rains
I am sure I will see them again
The chimneys in heaven must get swept?
I know someone would want a fire up there
To cozy up with a good book or in a self created sewing nook
I am sure heaven has some soot
I am sure even in heaven chimney sweeps have ***** boots
Now I feel I live in heaven
But this place has its issues
But nothing will bother me much, well except for those skunks
The bears will sleep soon and leave me alone
By then the fruit of the fall will all be gone!
I wonder if heaven has its seasonal issues
I wonder if babies up there actually use tissues
For now I will take my slice of heaven, with its issues
and be thankful I take the harshness with the beauty
And pray I don't run out of **** tissue ; )