Pesach is in the air
My hardest time of year
My life’s disorganized and rearranged,
I’m starting to feel like I’m deranged!
Things have been moved from their place,
I no longer have my own space.
I cannot find my stuff;
As someone who’s blind, that’s really tough.
They’re trying to reorganize me,
It’s as frustrating as can be.
Do they think my name is Helen?
Are they trying to punish me for yellin’?
Shaking me up by moving my stuff around,
So, my possessions are nowhere to be found?
How would you like it the other way?
Just try being me for a day!
Not knowing where your belongings will land –
I’m annoyed – can’t you understand?
I know this is necessary and must be done,
But for me, it’s really no fun.
I wish I could enjoy this hustle,
Just like everyone else as they bustle!
I want to be flexible with the rest of the brood,
And even join in on the festive mood.
It really is quite upsetting,
That instead of joyous, frustrated I’m getting.
Because it’s hard enough on a normal day,
To know where my belongings stay.
If I cannot see,
At least my belongings should be
Where I put them last
So, I can find them fast
These changes are way too confusing,
And no, I do not find them amusing
Now imagine this was your plight!
For me it’s all day and all night.
So, I sit and count down the days
Until I can pull out of his haze
When finally, my space will again be my own
And I’ll get rid of this whiny tone.
We pray that Moshiach will be here soon,
And then I can join in everyone else’s happy tune!