How to meet your Son

Went drinking the other night
Not to different from other nights
A game to watch
Girls to chat to
Money in my pocket
The makings of a good night
Time for a new venue
A good smoke for the walk
Different bar, different scene
Hard drinking here
A place people come to drink, sing and to forget
I can feel that,
trying to forget,
getting lost in a song in the bottom of a cup
Everyone in the place knows it
Makes them happier and sadder all at the same time
This girl walks in
Like a girl from a dream or a long forgotton night
Watched her for a long while and one of the young guys she was with
Spoke to her "Do I know you"
"No" she said
"Whats your name" I ask
She tells me
"I knew your sister, you were twelve the last time we meet"
"I knew it was you" she said
"Who's that your drinking with" I ask
"Family, my brother and cousins" she said
That young chap who is he I asked
"My sisters son, He is only 14 but looks older, He takes after his Dad"

I always looked older than I was