Us & Them

Us & Them
By Long Island Dad

Our children grow, we get old.
They anticipate, we procrastinate.
Their knowledge increases, our memories dim.
They laugh at all, we dare to grin.

Their world is endless, ours needs mending.
Their eyes are bright, ours need sight.
Their hope is gaining, ours is straining.

Their energy is boundless, ours is confined.
Their love is infinite, ours is measured.
They know all, we know best.
Their time is coming,
Ours is here.