30 September 2012

As I mature in age I notice A tendency not previously there More time now spent growling Like a sore headed bear

Little or no patience For the troubles of youth Thorn in my paw and a pain Inconsequential woes more like the truth

Complaining about life Bleating on about this and that They know better and want to be heard All I hear is 'blah blah' from a brat

Huffing in their own bedroom Wondering why life is so cruel Surrounded by gifts and love Wrapped up in cotton wool

'When I was a boy' A phrase I say more and more Falls on deaf ears Another grown up old bore

Children! Heed our words They come from a place of love Us adults were kids once We've been where you speak of

There is a lesson I hope To be found in this verse Know yourself and be thankful And I care, even though I may curse

BurrfootGrumpy Middle Aged Man • Opuss № I