Father, Me, And My Son

My father is an old man

He is now eighty years old

To walk even a few steps

He needs a stick to hold

Whenever I have to say something

I have to say in a loud voice

As he is hard of hearing

I have to say it twice or thrice

In the winter when I go out

He says “wear proper clothes, take care

It’s very chilly outside

Take a hat and cover your hair”

When I do some business deal

He says “ you are not doing it properly

If I was with you at that time

You may have saved some money “

He thinks I am not so wise

And I am not much clever

And people take advantage of me

Be it my friends or whosoever

When I recommend some medicine for cough

He says “ I will take just a spoon of honey

When I order something online

He says “you are just waiting money

Sometimes I think I am quite intelligent

And I should tell my dad

And then I just don’t say this

As he may feel bad

Yesterday I turned fifty

But I am young at heart

My business is doing quite well

For my age I am quite smart

My son ordered a pizza at night

I said “it's not good for health

When I was paying the pizza boy

I said “ son, you are wasting my wealth “

In my birthday party I was dancing

And when I tried a step bold

I fumbled, my son gave me a chair

Said ” papa, take care, now you are old “

This is all part of life

And not a father-son fight

This is just a generation gap

And now I think my father may be right