When I'm gone

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Ten minutes

It only takes ten minutes
Mom always says

Ten minutes to make your bed
Pick up your dirty clothes

It's the least you can do
Cleaning your room
After all I've done for you

I made my bed, five minutes
Tidied my desk, ten minutes
Swept the floors, twenty minutes
Folded my clothes, thirty minutes

It's the least I can do
Cleaning my room
After all she's done for me

Fourty minutes, I dusted the shelves
The dust will return in a few days
No one to dust again

But it's the least I can do
After all she'll go through

An hour passed
The room was spotless
Except for a folded note
That rested on the bed

I hope she'll be happy
Even just for a moment
At the sight of a neat room

At least I can do
After all, I'm leaving soon

An hour more
I'm already gone
Forgive me
Mom

It's the least you can do
After all I've been through

I'm sorry.

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