Dirty Socks

The Day will come when you won't shift When being "cool" is but a myth Though now you may not understand For it won't happen til you're a man. Those dirty socks that mattered not Still smell of cheese and morbid rot Are but a memory that will never fade To carry with you through each decade You'll someday wonder how mom and dad Stood beside you through the ugly bad Who wondered what you'd turn out to be? And if, from you, they'd ever get free? To all who feel that your kids are adrift Teach them soon to learn how to shift To enjoy their days of being young For this is a song you've already sung. Good Luck!