Like Father Like Son

They're often smarter than you but not always,
who overtook who as we went thro' many days;
it's a legacy, now he wants to play chess, migration
they call it, from old systems to avoid stagnation.

I watched him when he was small, kicking the ball,
kicking chairs when I went away, it was my call
to grow up, but like Peter Pan I never really did,
from responsibility, duty, decent passion, I often hid.

However, now we catch up, the man from ground control,
all those years when I was gone, he consumes me whole;
I'm lucky, do I deserve recognition, not my choice,
I have to be contrite, humble, when I hear his voice.

We think of the old times, playing chess on the floor,
he showed me a picture of a gold mine, my boy I saw.