Where did the adults go?
Everyday that passes I wonder
Where the teacher went and if
Anyone else notices that we’re all just
You’ve got these poor folks south of Richmond
Screaming about the children
And the taxes and fudge rounds
And the work they didn’t sign up for
And eventually you meet
Some cute girl at work who is actually
A mother of two and
Hates having her picture taken like she’s
A little kid still herself somehow
Raising more children, better than
Anyone I’ve ever met.
Somehow she makes you wish
You were a kid again.
My dad, he’s getting older
I see his mother in him when he
Gets tired. He is disappointed in the world
In all the same ways she was and
Still is. She wishes things were the way they were
When she was a kid, and
He feels the same.
Why do I feel like I’m the only one
Who is looking forward to growing up
And also somehow
Guarding the most childish soul
From a world of other children
Beating you up for crying.
For crying out loud, we’re all
Babies. This is our first time.