Poem -

My Nephew

My Nephew

Do anything for you, look at daughter Eva, so believe her,
how we wish that we were her age again, the way we were;
or do you prefer your experience, armed, what we went thro,'
into the unknown, can't go back, you're stuck like super glue.

www.com is old hat, he's an expert and just knows where it's at,
finger on the pulse, swap lifestyles but can't, not where I sat;
we play chess, he may beat me in a quick game but not long,  
don't underestimate prowess because synopsis may be wrong.

Team player, I watch him playing rugby for the good old school,
the camaraderie together with his sidelong mates was very cool;
flexible, likes many things - Bee Gees music as well as Puff Daddy,
why am I playing that old music - I just have to because it's me.

Now in the country, the fancy car is off the ground with tricks,
I envy his nice persona just because of all the boxes he ticks.

 

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