KIDS
By: Julie Duane
No one else can make you gladder
No one else can make you sadder
No one else can make you madder
Than your kids
First they fret and cry and throw up
Till you wonder if they'll grow up
Then you wish that time would slow up
For your kids
Then they marry and they leave
But there's no cause for you to grieve
For it's just a short reprieve
From your kids
Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall
When they need anything at all --
You will surely get a call
From your kids
Bob Corbett
corbetre@webster.edu