First Things First

There are corners to be cleaned
and pages to be seen,
fruit to be pressed
and a desk that is a mess.

But you can’t sing your own song
until you write your own poem.
That’s just the way it goes;
first things first.

There are high notes and low,
fast beats and slow,
so many people to please,
and a tremor in my knees.

But you can’t sing your own song
until you write your own poem.
That’s just the way it goes;
first things first.