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 poker 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 dreams just fizzle out,
It’s us they come to and ask “why?”

Yes, knees may creak and wobble,
Our tales may be hard to tell.
But don’t forget, we raised those kids,
And still can give them hell!

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,
We cannot fault their loss.
We’ll toast, we’ll laugh, we’ll prank, we’ll sing,
And show them we still are boss!

WJS