My Dad

I look at my dad and don’t understand Why are we so different He’s always in a rush and seems stressed out I just play with my toys Sometimes he yells when I do something wrong I have to stay in my room He leaves early in the morning to go to work I don’t see him all day On the weekends he makes me do chores I don’t have any fun Once a year he takes us on vacation Oh I love my Dad Now I have grown and it all makes sense I have become him in every way I’m in a hurry, stressed out, and tense Work to the bone still can’t get it done Why can’t it be when I was young All I remember is all the fun Playing outdoors under the sun Laughing out loud with everyone If I had a choice to be old or young It would be hard because of my son I look deep in his eyes and see myself Thinking why are we so different This I cannot answer nor can he And perhaps should not be asked But just enjoy every moment… as time goes past Enjoy every moment… as time goes past