I am older now than my father ever was
But I struggle to find extra wisdom in those days
Perhaps he was part of a generation apart
Who could fight their villains with their hands
Whilst sometimes we can't even recognise them
He must have had his sleepless nights as well
When he was subsumed by what happened in his world
But should I compare myself to him now I am old
For it is decades since he has died from cancer
What do I bring to this comparison?
Do I now doubt myself for where and for what I stood for?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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