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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

Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/2/2020 2:30:00 AM We used to be able to rent a home for sixty dollars a month; now rent is $1200 a month; I feel sorry for the children of today. I truly do! But this was a fun read. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 7/2/2020 7:14:00 PM I don't feel sorry for kids today at all, myself. They have all the tools they need to become millionaires by age 20 (or earlier). As always, when the going gets tough, the tough get going! So, there! ~ Bob Cratchit

Jan Allison Date: 7/1/2020 5:03:00 PM you made me smile especially as my son is back for lockdown... but in reality kids can't afford to move out these days:-( hugs jan xx Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 7/1/2020 6:45:00 PM You're right, to an extent... As an ex-high school teacher, I see that despite the great difficulties, most of the members of the high school graduating classes of 2013, 2014, and 2015 in the school where I taught are comfortably ensconced in nice homes already. Very few are still apartment dwellers. Where there's a will, there's a way (and a relative too, of course. lol). Thanks, Gershon