Sissy-fuss

Sisyphus had it tough, so they say

Shoving that boulder day by day.

Come evening, he’d reach the top of the hill

But during the night, down it would spill.

But Sisyphus’ job was for the best

When the rock would roll, he got a rest.

Each day I push and pull and shove

Teaching writing, and grammar, and books to love

When one class exits stage left, with grace,

Another class enters to take its place.

At night, I can’t let my life roll,

My family home, too, demands its toll.

While Sisyphus rests, and the rock descends,

I vacuum, wash dishes, and clothes without end.

So though each Sisyphean day follows another,

At least Zeus didn't make him a mother.