There Comes A Time Poem by Eva Mae Witt

There comes a time when a person takes a firm stance
To recognize their children and grandchildren don't need
Or want them in their lives today I thus say perchance

There comes a time for some elders to recognize them
How their adult children showed them all to thus smoke, smoke
That friggin' pot or drugs to diminish their brain cells

To the size of a little vegetable pea all folk
There comes a time in one's life I know I have no more
family
On this huge premises, we all call this earth with bells

Or want their grandparents in their lives perchance
So today I thus make a solemn vow to never
call my children or grandchildren till I move perchance.