Wednesday, October 18, 2017
My Borrowing Son Comments
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When I had money to give or to send
I became my sons very best friend,
He called and he visited me all of the time
Which cost me every bill, quarter and dime,
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8/17/2025 7:58:50 PM # 1.0.0
Well, at least he's not borrowing any more money from you! It's sad when our youth don't learn to be self-sufficient, isn't it? A visit would certainly be nice. This sort of reminds me of the song 'Cat's in the Cradle' by Harry Chapin.
He borrowed and borrowed until all was gone, he doesn’t call me or text me (even on my Birthday) . Now I believe the only reason he visited me was because I had the money that he wanted. Thank you for reading my poem and for your comment. Randy