Seven Washing Machine Minutes

Just seven more washing machine minutes

And I'm free to go about my day

Run a few errands, see to the hydrangeas growing on the driveway 

and the chilli pepper tree by the gate

Then I'll see if everybody ate, and set the table

And wash the plates

Just seven more and I'll have the rest of the day

Except – sweeping the dust that accumulates 

Every hour on the hour

It'll only make sense then, to take a shower 

and pore over my wardrobe for suitable attire 

Wrangle up a hair tie

And the minutes are sure to fly

Just seven more and I might feel genuine warmth if I'm lucky

Seven minutes and I won't have to worry if anyone could love me

Seven minutes and I'll be worthy... 

Sometimes seven minutes and eternity 

Are the same thing.