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 eyes are bright, ours need sight.
Their hope is gaining, ours is straining.
Their energy is boundless, ours is confined.
They know all, we know best.
Their time is coming,
Ours is here.
5 comments:
Thats beautiful! I love it!
Thanks for the support!
that's lovely....
Well, what a way to introduce yourself...'Oh the joys' sent me and that post is the first thing I read here. What a nice surprise.
I am also from Long Island, that's why I clicked here...Hi neighbor.
Nice to 'meet' you.
Thanks! "Wonder Mom" Nice to 'meet' you too.
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