A lullaby

Oh! My sweet old lullaby,

Wait for me…Am coming down the river wild,

Through the jungles, I dreamt of,

When I was fast asleep on my granny's lap.

When I played with my Robo and Lego,

And the heroic Spiderman webbed my eyes.

Yes, may be the times have changed!

So what, I still have my granny's portrait.

Ahh! Not yet revamped by my son's racing car posters,

You are still alive and awake in my heart.

You still wet my torn adulthood bed,

See…. I can now identify that tyrant king you told me about –

Who killed civilians, grabbed lands, and waged wars

Those stories have kept me alive as I helm across an ocean of uncertain fate,

Notwithstanding my mocking kids, dead pals, and an old wife.

I still dream of you, yes …. alone, embarrassed in my soiled adult diapers

And now today, I've come again here,

Amore, but not as a gauche schoolboy,

But as a retired veteran queuing for his monthly pensions,

And as a grandpa to catch you fly by,

Let me listen and sing them to my rich kids,

O! music wild, come to me, my old lullaby.