We'd never call them losers
Because they couldn't stand;
We'd lift them up from off the ground
On worn out knees and hands.
We'd never call them fools
Because they wouldn't talk;
We oohed and ahhed with all their sounds,
And they did it as they walked.
We heard a blend of sounds spew forth,
Like spilled out alphaghetti;
They roared with oral prowess,
Like lions on the Serengeti.
As years passed, and they were graded
(And most certainly not by us);
They might return with D's and E's,
We'd never judge or fuss.
This is how we treated them,
Our children that we raised;
I hope that our puzzling world
Will forgive, forget and praise.
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
We'd never call them losers
Because they couldn't stand;
We'd lift them up from off the ground
On worn out knees and hands.
We'd never call them fools
Because they wouldn't talk;
We oohed and ahhed with all their sounds,
And they did it as they walked.
We heard a blend of sounds spew forth,
Like spilled out alphaghetti;
They roared with oral prowess,
Like lions on the Serengeti.
As years passed, and they were graded
(And most certainly not by us);
They might return with D's and E's,
We'd never judge or fuss.
This is how we treated them,
Our children that we raised;
I hope that our puzzling world
Will forgive, forget and praise.
Positive thinking moves...
