Life with a Teenage Son

A Rebellious Cause

Anyone who ever had a teenage son,
Knows that battles are never won;
For I never remember in my day,
Having such an attitude as that way;
Always complaining loves to whine,
Never seem to understand a deadline;
Seems to have such a rebellious nature,
That debates more than the legislature;
Disciplining only makes things worse,
It is almost as though like having a curse;
I pray to God and ask what I did so wrong,
Having a teenage son that is so headstrong;
He knows all the words of his rock music,
But with his math he's not so enthusiastic;
He plays computer games than homework,
When you lecture him, he goes berserk!
Teenage girls in bikinis are his heartthrob,
Any chores and he act like it's not his job;
I just keep my patience and every day,
Ask God to give me strength as I pray.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer

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