Once upon a time
Children were weaned
From breast to bottle to cup
And parents dreamed
Of the day that their children
Would finally grow up
But don't make me a liar
Some children got stuck
Either sucking their thumbs
While others chose pacifiers
Leaving their parents
To feel quite out of luck
Yet, the problem gets worse
Much like a curse
As pacifiers and such get replaced
By electronic games and TV
Cell-phones and texting
And attitudes of "me, me, me, and me"
Which leads me to pity parents
Who's children have never been weaned
Their grown children still at home
Having never grown up
Still hanging on
From breast to bottle to cup and beyond