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The Reaping

We shout the children off to school,
We scream them off to bed;
And if they dare to sass us back
We thump ’em on the head.

We roll our eyes and shake our heads
And wag our nagging finger;
Then wonder in their teenage years
Why they don’t want to linger.

We’re so amazed at these ingrates
Who place their friends before us;
They’ll talk and laugh with all those punks,
At home they just ignore us.

It drives us mad, no matter how
We threaten and we cuss,
When our kids come to need a friend
Why won’t they come to us?

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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