Father

Every year, wrinkles grow on you
Grey hair, now like bad rash on your head,
I observe you closely
And I notice changes creep in slowly.

Your back is bent as years pass by
And that fire in your eyes fades away,
Memory betrays you as you forget my name
Weak you've became, you're no longer the same.

You never stood by me in difficulties 
For that, I hated you,
Being with you at your worst, is just not fair 
At least I can show you how much I care. 

We know the inevitable is near
But that, I don't fear,
‘cause bravery is always what you preached
I hope I grow to be a perfect beech.

Let's enjoy these little moments we have
Laugh till our eyes tear,
Read bed time stories to you
Things that are done by a few.