Kids

by Rooney

Kids, Kids, too many kids
Many many mouths to feed,
We were down in the skids,
Shows, socks everywhere
Getting em ready 4 school
But back in those days I lived in the spoon
I was one helluva tool
Now some are all grown up
And I wonder whose taking care of who
Cause somedays when I see them
I feel though its them taking me to school
I sorta loved them then, I do love them now
I just hope when it comes 2 me, they don’t throw in the towel.