Pail of Sand

If I could only be an ostrich,

with a little pail of sand,

I'd hide out for a while,

from the problems in my hand.

I don't think their small answer,

such a bad one now and then,

it helps just for a moment,

but not the answer in the end.

I snuggle under cover,

in my little ostrich bed,

kind of like the white beach sand,

for my little ostrich head.

I will meet my list of problems,

in an hour, maybe two,

but sometimes, not the funtimes,

the sand's all I can do.

Jill Skeie