Is this really me?
Am I dad to be?
See it was only last night I was sat at the pub
With not a care in the world, with friends smoking bud
Laughing and joking
Playing poker and smoking
Feeling like a teenager
No responsibilities
But now time has caught up with me
I look in the mirror and I see a man
But I look in my pockets and see just a boy
I don’t want to be that man, to slow down and start paying the bills
Fixing and mending what you break is not the way I wish to get my thrills
I don’t want to bring up a child
When I still feel like one lost in the wild
So please take this away from me
Am I really a dad to be?
Copyrighted Sara Tehrani May 2009
pretty nice imagery! it's like an epiphany when u realize the age difference between ur pals and the new generation, but u know it's the rite of passage that everyone has to go through and, sometimes, u dont want to, but it is inoxerable keep writing my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice. i loved the flow and the question. am i a dad to be? words a guy just don't want to hear. very good, could of been a bit more powerful.