A Child's Head
A child's head is as hard as stone.
Never listening, always wanting to do his own.
Mother says its going to rain today,
as I huff, puff, turn and walk away,
but there I stand drippinng wet,
from bottom of my toe to the top of my neck.
She never says I told you so, she just lets me in,
hands me a towel, and then a grin.
I know one day I'll be standing where she
is praying for my child and his friends.
But still the next day comes and I do the
same things mother right and I'm wrong again.
It only goes to prove that the old saying is true,
"you never lean til you learn and do the same things she used to."
Never listening, always wanting to do his own.
Mother says its going to rain today,
as I huff, puff, turn and walk away,
but there I stand drippinng wet,
from bottom of my toe to the top of my neck.
She never says I told you so, she just lets me in,
hands me a towel, and then a grin.
I know one day I'll be standing where she
is praying for my child and his friends.
But still the next day comes and I do the
same things mother right and I'm wrong again.
It only goes to prove that the old saying is true,
"you never lean til you learn and do the same things she used to."
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