(Verse 1)
I’m no Confucius, no Lao Tzu,
But as the years start shining through,
I’m finding joy in the little chores,
Things I once thought I’d ignore.
(Chorus)
Now I smile while the dishes gleam,
Vacuum hums like a soothing dream.
Even with a robot by my side,
I’m finding peace in the simple ride.
(Verse 2)
Maybe it’s age, or maybe it’s growth,
Learning to love what I hated most.
The mundane turns to melody,
A quiet kind of harmony.
(Chorus)
Now I smile while the dishes gleam,
Vacuum hums like a soothing dream.
Even with a robot by my side,
I’m finding peace in the simple ride.
(Outro)
I’m no sage, just finding my way,
Through little joys in the everyday.