Our kids, who‘ve grown and flown the nest,
Now only phone us to request
More cash on loan, their tone depressed.
We‘re shown their debts. We‘ve known. We‘ve guessed.
They own mere pence. They've blown the rest.
‘We‘re stoney-broke!‘ they drone, distressed.
They moan. We groan, but re-invest
In those who‘ve grown and flown the nest
Our blood-and-bone, our own, our best.
Responsibilities
Nick Toezek