Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of a man you made a couple of drunken mistakes with.
They slipped out of you yet that’s not your fault. Where else were you going to put them once they got that big? And though they are with you, you don’t need to drive them anywhere if they are really bugging you.

You may give them your love but they will repel you. For they have their own thoughts and will share them with you because “what do you know? You’re so old!”
You may house their bodies yet buy them antiperspirant for even when you beg them they will not bathe until tomorrow, and you can smell them, even in your dreams.
You may strive to dress like them but do not, for you look like an imbecile in the shorty shorts and the pop-top. For you are wearing them backwards and look like the dogs dinner warmed over twice, yesterday.