Pouring More

I see my kid graduating, he looks bright

Behind his success were a lot of efforts,

Efforts that he put while toiling his night,

Those of me in pouring money like dirt.

I see my kid graduating again in sight,

Hardly passing with grace in most subjects,

I saw him sleeping peacefully at night,

I keep pouring money even when it hurts.

Years after they both took flight,

I see them both putting a lot of efforts,

Still on studies to make their kids bright,

I see them pouring more but less it hurts.

My hard work paid as they look alright,

I see their kids putting even more efforts,

But not on studies they spend the night,

I see them in a café, enjoying yogurts.

I complain my kids asking to be tight,

In return all I get are arguments,

No difference was made with my fight,

At least their kids have happiness spurts.