At eight I tried to copy you
You laughed merrily with me.
At twelve I started questioning you
You patiently answered me.
At sixteen I rebelled against you
You quietly left way to me.
At twenty I was confused by you
You unraveled the puzzle for me.
At twenty four I finally understood you
You were genuinely happy with me.
At twenty eight I looked up to you
All of a sudden you deserted me.
If for my son I could be
Half as good as you were to me
I’d be satisfied with myself, because
You were the best father that ever was.