Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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

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Hilda Greenhough August 19, 2024 at 12:32 PM Put a hedge up between you and the neighbors. Don't compare. Who knows who their kid is. Maybe he's Ted Bundy. Gershon Wolf August 19, 2024 at 7:59 PM Hmm. Didn't even know of him. Guess John Wayne Gacy and Son of Sam had hardened me forever. ~ J. Dead

Paula Goldsmith August 19, 2024 at 11:39 AM I enjoyed reading your write. Love your ending.... Have a wonderful day writing away......... Gershon Wolf August 19, 2024 at 7:56 PM Thank you, Paula!

Karen Jones August 18, 2024 at 9:44 PM This poem for some reason made me think of the kids killed by bombs in war zones versus our own children in safety of USA minus the bullets they must dodge in schools. But I enjoyed reading this however strangely my thoughts jumped! Gershon Wolf August 19, 2024 at 7:52 PM I don't think your thoughts are so strange at all, Karen. The real reason I've blocked you is... No! Just kidding there. Thanks, gw