Just like yesterday, he was in a diaper
Crawling up to his favourite toy
He needed his whole hand to grasp my finger
And it was my company he’d enjoy
I worried he may get hurt
But he whizzed past with breakneck speed
And I was left in the dirt
Wondering where he came from, awestruck by what he’d achieved
Born nineteen years ago, he had no teeth and hardly any hair
Now he’s good-looking, talented and bright
I'm frequenting the dentist and going bald – how is that fair?
He's also better with technology but only that, right?
Well, he has a gift for music, academics and some sports
And when he has the time, he’s fun to be around
I, on the other hand, don’t have much to report
And he can also wrestle me to the ground
On his toy phone, he used to like talking
Now compared to mine, his devices are more advanced
He'll soon have a plum job and money he’ll be raking
And I still haven’t learnt how to dance
He chats till late with his girlfriend, makes music and finally, studies
Sometimes, I pull rank, being Dad
But mostly, I'm proud and happy
Even though he sees me as some kind of clown – I guess that's too bad.