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 cos 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