Out Of The Mouths Of Babes
Out of the mouths of babes
Words of wisdom are spoken
Don’t make a promise you cannot keep
They’ll remind you a promise is broken
Despite having little minds
I have to date not met
A toddler who when given a promise
Will simply just forget
I’ll say “I’ll play with you tomorrow”
The reply “you said that yesterday,
So you must come and play with me,
Tomorrow is now today”
“Grandad, will you play with me”
I reply “sorry I haven’t the time”
“It’s alright Grandad, I have.
It’s almost half past nine”
“Sorry Grandad really can’t.
Grandad is very tired”
That’s when I got my marching orders
When told “Grandad, you’re boring, you’re FIRED”
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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