I am not gonna use the old cliché
That he is world’s best father.
That every dad is. Isn’t it?
He retires from his vigourous life’s feat
And told by the hourly wing of time
“Hang on old man
Just hang on!
This marathon has no finishing line”.
He laughs deliriously
“And who is in this marathon
I’m chasing. I’m chasing something”.
Shocked was the time.
What’s there to chase
At this frail stage
It has been quite a long time
To this conversation between the two
I see that figure of frailty
Still not on the cosy chair
His thoughts scaling Everest
Swimming across the Pacific
They never lull