Adolescence

What he does

And why he does

Makes no sense

Do what we like

Say what we may

To him all is useless

What is not right

To him it is no wrong

What is nonsense

To him it makes perfect sense

He gets hell out of us

We nag him no less

We are fed up with him

He is fed up with our taunts

We quarrel with him

He gives more in retort

Whatever way we go

He doesn't understand

Adolescence shows its head

Or hides its effects

One is neither here nor there          

Tongue caustic, mood bombastic

Headstrong and unreasonable

On top of it

He demands everything as a right  

Poor parents helpless, and their plight

Give in they lose

Deny and it hurts their pride

Child is child, whatever way he is

He is no man that sensible he would be

He is asserting to find his place

Within his own home

Or on the street it may be

Patience, dear parents

Our child is so dear to us

As we  were to our own parents

This child shall become a man

As a man should really be

It is in this growing up under watch

That he learns, pinpricks and all

He will later look back and remember

As a parent of an adolescent, who takes hell out of him!