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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
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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