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.