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What's Going on with All My Kids!
What's going on with all my kids, who have left me sitting here?
I'd still like to have them around, I'd like to have them near.
What about all that time we devoted with loving caring hand,
Watching, waiting, listening for every little demand?
What about when they needed me to answer those questions tough?
And I said to them and to me, "Wow, enough is enough!"
What about all those conversations we had, the places we went?
What about the times they stayed out late and my heart was bent?
What about the baby sitting and the passing up of our fun?
And the times each child thought he was God's only chosen one?
And they thought we must look after their every need and want!
I remember so many of these things like some idiot savant.
Does it not count that I devoted my whole life to wife and kid?
And then they grow up and live without me so they get rid
Of the need for me as they get on with their busy happy life,
Becoming successful grownups being a proper husband or wife?
Where are my children, where are my kids, and what will I ever do?
They do their forever things and leave me forever blue.
But what about those trips we took when they quarreled together?
And our hearts were gay and love floated like some feather
Throughout our car as we traveled down some lonesome highway?
As we saw new people, cities and old friends along the way.
Say, I don't like relegated to memory while they have a life.
So the Kels and I sit at home alone being lonely man and wife.
Well, listen, and you will learn that things aren't as they seem.
We are not moping around like some old folks' knitting team.
We still have a life of our own and many things to keep us busy.
There are books and television, computers, sodas that go fizzy!
There are things to do and things to buy, (and noses that get runny!)
They struggle along from hand to mouth while we have enough money!
While they are busy with babysitting, medicine and the doctor call
We shop like mad and go 'bout anywhere we want, man! we have a ball!
We run and jog and exercise, in shape (when my back doesn't hurt)
And we make patios and decks, steps, and lawns in the fresh dirt.
So, don't worry about me, kids, and don't worry about your own mother.
Don't think about us... we are doing fine, just being with one
another.
We have things to do, things to write, and places we want to go.Like
south in the summer time and winter driving in the snow.
We collect things, make things, eat things: do just about what we
desire.
We remember all four of you well, love you like a burning LA fire.
But we are happy just the way things are, they couldn't get any better.
Oh, well, I guess summers could be cooler... and a little bit wetter.
We could live a bit closer to you so we could see you more than now.
But, over all, if things could be any better, well, I don't know how. . .
El Duane Whatley, 23 January 1994
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