a father to a son

i used to be more than
you, which didn't last long
i wish i was patient,
you grow and are growing
your thirst for knowledge
only you will quench
restless, inquisitive
sense will surpass dad's quest.
he answers what he knows
all else would be a lie
either some readiness
has diminished, or i'm
astonished by your glide
your giddu once said
grandkids come to mean more
than your own. you have
learnt from them then come
along your kid's kids
and by trial and error
you're prepared. it's true!
they are relentless. each
treat you so tend than us
granparents pass your tests
you'll sleep always knowing
their faith is yours and
they'll never give up.
i will never leave you
too i might confuse you,
i'm just acting my age
we both will progress, but
your pace is quicker.
when someone is more
they love and remain, like
dylan's words: "she promised
that she'd be right there with
me when i paint my
masterpiece" take it don't
leave it, it's sweeter than a
fiddle at the apollo.