OUT TO PASTURE?

Out to Pasture Or so You Think

Our kids all think we’re “done for,”
They’ve parked us here to rest.
But if they joined us at bingo night,
They’d see we’re still the best!

They pat us on the shoulder,
Say, “Don’t strain, you need your nap.”
Yet watch us race to happy hour,
We’re quicker than Google Maps!

They talk of wisdom kindly,
Then roll their eyes and sigh.
But when their gadgets fizzle out,
It’s us they come ask “why?”

Yes, knees may creak and wobble,
Our hearing might go slack.
But don’t forget, we raised those kids,
And still can raise some flak!

We may need help with buttons,
Or scooters down the hall.
But when it comes to swapping jokes,
We’re champions, one and all.

So let the youngsters pasture us,
They think they’ve got us beat.
We’ll toast, we’ll laugh, we’ll prank, we’ll sing,
And dance them off their feet!

WJS