The Here And Now Poem by Clive Blake

You are number two,
To my number one,
My life half way through,
Yours, not long begun,
For I am your father,
And you are my son.

I am rather rugged,
And you slightly brittle,
I am comparatively large,
And you fairly little,
For you are only young,
And I am much older,
I know I am your hero,
And you're my little soldier.

We sit side-by-side,
Watching the world sail by,
We watch boats out to sea,
And small clouds skimming by,
For you live in the here and now,
Not the future, or the past,
I just wish moments like these,
Could endlessly last …