The older you get,
the more like a child I become,
longing for moments unspoilt,
yet past.  

We are our mirror you and I,
the more you progress,
the more I regress!
This slow transition as we pass,
“each other”
for nothing lasts.

At what point like a child,
did I miss the child?
There is a sigh from the heart,
made only for a dad!

When your tiny little boy,
can now lift you like a toy,
laugh as you did,
alone you feel quite sad.