Sunday, October 16, 2011

when i'm older

In my Golden Years, when I'm an old coot,
Drawing pensions and IRA’s without that much loot,
Then I'll live with my children and bring them great joys.
To repay all I've had from each of my boys,
I shall draw on the walls and scuff up the floor;
Run in and run out without closing the door.
I'll hide frogs in the pantry and socks under my bed.
And whenever they scold me, I'll hang down my head.
I'll run and I'll romp, always fritter away
The time to be spent doing chores every day.
I'll pester my children when they’re on the phone.
As long as they're busy I won't leave them alone.
Hide candy in closets and rocks in a drawer,
And NEVER pick up my clothes from the floor.
Dash off to the movies and not wash a dish.
I'll plead for allowance whenever I wish.
I'll stuff up the plumbing and deluge the floor.
As soon as they've mopped it, I'll flood it some more.
When they correct me, I'll lie down and cry,
Kicking and screaming, not a tear in my eye.
I'll take all their pencils and flashlights, and then
When they go buy new ones, I'll take them again.
I'll spill glasses of milk to complete every meal,
Eat my banana and just drop the peel.
Put toys on the table, spill jam on the floor,
I'll break lots of dishes as though I were four.
What fun I shall have, what joy it will be
To live with my children....the way they lived with me.

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1 comment:

stephen Hayes said...

Nice poem. Our thirty-one year old son has been living in our spare bedroom this past year and I can't wait to visit him in his new place...provided he ever gets one! Ha!

Buy me a cold one..