Everywhere the Kids Are

Everywhere The Kids Are By: J. Philip Harris Kids are here; Kids are there The kids I see are everywhere I’m swimming in a toddler pool Of poop and pee and puke and drool The chaos ripe, as it abounds That rhythmed, cacophonic sound It’s heightened ring I hear, resounds Everywhere the Kids Are The messes here, the messes there The messes roaring everywhere Like little flames set forth to fire Consuming up the precious briar And through the forest manor It’s hectic, yes, I’m quite aware With passing hyper critic stares But something lingers in the air That few will ever know Kids are here; kids are there Bringing with them pungent airs Of joyous love eternal A moment captured amongst the war Of happiness felt like that of lore But truest ever known When time has left us standing here Aged, creeping heads of steer We will hold that love so dear Everywhere the Kids Are The air is sad; I feel it, too The seasons change from green to blue The light has left us in the dark With our glowing flame It may be small, but we can see That Christ is leading you and me