From Cradle To Grave

Many moons ago, in my ascendancy Males weaned themselves from dependency At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own No more nesting, Momma Bee, in your honeycomb You'd bought your first car; you took care of it too No one could tell you where to go, what to do So many, these days, not even licensed to drive Independence for them has yet to arrive We checked in with our 'rents,* why maybe once a week *parents Hi, Mom, back from the hospital; Doc set my broken cheek These days, it seems no span of ten minutes ever's spanned Without Little Johnny telling Mommy all of his plans From breast milk to devices -- to Mommy, boys are forever attached Better take her with you in your coffin, when you are dispatched