Son

Oh, I feel sympathy.

Be grateful my son for what you get.

Expression and passion.

Ten days for watching the sunset;

When I was your age

Amusement we made for ourselves.

"Permission to breathe sir,"

Don't talk like that, I'm your old man.

They'll soon be demobbed son,

So join up as soon as you can.

You can't borrow that

Cause that's for the races

And doesn't grow on trees.

I only feel what touches me

And feel in touching I can see

A better state to be in.

Who has the right

To question what I might do,

In feeling I should touch the real

And only things I feel.

It's advice and it's nice to know

When you're best advised.

You've only turned thirty, so son,

You'd better apologize.

And when you grow up, if you're good

We will buy you a bike.