How many eggs are in your basket;
How many balls do you juggle?
How often do you take the time
To pick-up your child and snuggle?
Are you so busy you don’t have the time
To notice a forlorn little face?
Are you always in so big a hurry
You feel like you’re running a race?
Have you thought of what you might be missing
As you rush madly on every day?
Perhaps you should “stop, look and listen,”
At your little kids as they play;
For someday when you’re on your deathbed
You won’t care about work that’s undone;
Every thought that will dwell in your heart
Will be of your daughters and sons.