There is nothing like,
Living our lives...
Through the eyes,
Of our own 'grown' children.
And there is nothing like,
An acceptance that eventually comes.
When the realization 'arrives'...
That our own lives have not been lived.
And those 'kids' we knew to grow,
Now have children of their own.
With wish,
That their grandparents would stay home...
To take care of them!
And...
Not be found partying around town,
With 'kids' more than half their age!
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