When the day winds down

When the day winds down and I feel like I could frown

I remember: one thing still remains.

When I crawl into bed and lay down my head

I drag myself back up before my energy drains.

Trudging across the floor I open my door

But I get excited as I proceed.

The hallway is long but I hum a little song

And start to smile as my feet lead

Me into the next room where it is dark and full of gloom

So I turn on a light to see.

I rub my eyes but, to no surprise,

The pleasant thoughts start to come to me.

I feel amazing as my hand is raising

To open the cabinet door.

The flourescent light flicks and the sink handles stick

But I can hardly wait anymore.

I can't live without it, this item is pertinent

And I cannot help but rush;

You see, what I can't live without, without a single doubt

Is my trusty toothbrush.

I feel so much better as my toothbrush gets wetter

And glides over my pearly whites.

It gets rid of plaque, it really has a knack

For making my teeth shiny and bright.

Green and useful, it's surely a toothful

And I am sad to put it away.

But I go back to my bed with thoughts in my head:

"I'm glad I won't get tooth decay."