School Days

When you work so hard those days,
A dull Amber is made from all work, no plays.
I wish it were known how hard you toil,
So the busy work your teachers would recoil.

I do so love spending your freetime together,
Lounging around, discussing the weather,
Or otherwise occupying time, or having adventures,
Which I hope to continue until we're both wearing dentures.

But on these days, I usually wear a frown,
Due to having to stay at work an hour later, due to traffic back and forth to H-town,
Dropping you off and picking you up and dropping you off again at home,
We're both given 60 more minutes of being left alone.

But, it's not like I don't see you for all that time,
'Cause the 45 minutes we're together in the car tends to be fine.
Though I must be honest when I say,
That I can't wait to come home to be with you today.

Jacob, he works so hard, and Amber does too.
But I know you'll always make time for me, and I'll always make time for you.