Child

Child

Dreaming of my first child,
A little boy just like his father
Hazel eyes, brown hair
Cheeky smile with a devious glare.

A little singer
A dancer or a chancer,

Just like his father, no time for educational answers
Gets his degree from the streets of life
One of the boys always in strife.

When he is a man with the world at his feet
He needs to be guided or he'll end up like me.

A young man with problems, I cant have that,
He needs a good start no looking back!

You see, one day he will be a dad like his father,
I just hope he will be able to offer better answers?


HAZE