No rules

Why is there no guidebook
To show me how to live
Why no atlas
That holds the maps of life
No rule book that sets out
The activity for the day
No checklist
To show me how to wife

Every day’s a challenge
What do I do now?
Wash the dishes?
Do the laundry or the floors?
Maybe try some baking
Or sewing or some dusting
Where is the list
That tells me all my chores?

And so I just
Wander through each day
With no guide,
No purpose, and no plan
I live my life
As my mother suggested
Do what’s needed
And be the best I can