Child

You say a child was better,

The adult is not yours to be.

Well ofcourse father, 

Why will he?

A child can't speak nor protest.

Meekly agrees to everything said.

Ofcourse a child is better,

A pliable, blendable playdoh.

With nothing to know,

Nothing to see.

But for your eyes and your words

Taken to heed.

Ofcourse a child is better, 

Sunset and sunrise begin with you

For he doesn't know any other.

Life begins at 40, 

For a child is not to be.