Just as soon as your kids are grown
Your parents will come to live in your home
Or even worse, you'll go to their place
And never again know personal space.
For a moment you thought At last, I'm free!
But no way was it going to be.
Instead of serving your daughters and sons
Now you're chained to the no-longer-young.
Instead of chicken nuggets, mac and cheese
It's cornmeal mush that's sure to please
There will be no dinners out on the town
No trip to China or traveling around.
Instead of worn nerves from ADHD
Your patience is taxed by the loud TV
No more games or playing with rocks
Now it's medicines and visits to docs.
The lively energy is now turned down
Happy faces replaced by frowns
No more bright eyes with messy hair
Now it's mom dozing in the chair.
Anime, Popeye and silly jokes
Replaced with old stories and repeats of Gun Smoke
Rubber ducks and toy ships have floated downstream
In came the efferdent and hemorrhoid cream.
Yet more patience you must find
'Coz it looks like dad is loosing his mind
Goodness know I love them, I surely do,
I know it's rough, what they're going through
Before long, I know, it will be my turn
But there is one thing that I have learned
None of us know what's ahead for us
But for me, I sure hope it's not cornmeal mush.
updated by @ecila: 03/04/17 08:38:32AM