Their Kids and Ours, Not that We're Comparing

Neighbor's kids, groomed and manicured like a well-kept lawn Greet their parents joyfully smiles, hugs, a beaming ‘Good morn’ Not that we’re jealous, not in the least as we struggle to get ours out of bed By the time they’ve rejected breakfast My wife and I are half-dead… Yet patience, patience, patience wins the day For they will surely grow out of it ~ please God, before we’re old and gray