Ode from an Old Man
I look up at you
And you look down at me
How the tide has turned about
In life’s subtle irony
For I remember fondly
Days gone by when you were small
When you played in the back garden
Kicking round a ball
So now you’re getting bigger
And I am getting old
Enjoy your life as it starts out
For much of mine has now been told
And know that though I may be ageing
Along with whitened air
This twinkle in my eye, my lad
Says I will always care.