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.
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2014
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