An Honest Evaluation
They aren’t me.
One living in my basement;
thirty-two years old, working odd jobs,
the other thirty-four in his childhood room
satisfied with scraps I throw his way,
and a fifty-inch flat screen for company.
The girls both working on second and third marriages
Children of the children of the sixties,
just didn’t stand a chance.
Dweezil, River, Moonbeam and Love.
If I could do it over again, 'I wouldn’t'!
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