Time is flying faster than the wind,
Most of my years are now behind,
One regret causes my soul to burn,
I wish I had been more kind.
I am not the man I was,
Nor am I the man I will be.
So I guess I have to settle,
For being the man that is me.
To my young son, I was a superman,
Who handled everything with ease.
Now at 26, he steps in,
When my breath begin to wheeze.
As an older man, I sit cold and alone,
My eyes lost in the rage of the storm.
Behind me at the table, my son and his girl,
Whisper, giggle and are warm.
I possess no magic,
No special powers.
I am just a man,
Who walks the earth.
An earth which owes me
Food, water and air
Are all given on account.
And when my debt is due,
I will die.
My body returning sustenance
To that earth which,
Granted to me the quickest glimpse,
Of the beauty and wonder
That is the world.