Tag: parents

I look at my parents,

suddenly i feel old,

i realize i am not a boy anymore, but a man,

my face full of beards,

my belly full of drinks they used to say were bad,

i look at them and see change,

change that i wish was only a pretense,

but their skins are getting old,

and their sense of humor making more sense,

how time flies,

how ‘young’ dies,

how regrets fade because of a mistake,

when maturity sleeps, responsibilities wake,

so old age knocks, and your wrinkled skin opens,

and you have no choice but to give it a stool for it to feel home,

now you sit and your children look at you and realize they are not children anymore.