To My Dear Father on His Birthday

To My Dear Father on His Birthday                                September 26, 2013

Old Age is but a frame of mind 

When the sands descend through the hourglass,

When the pages tear from calendars as do Autumn leaves,

As the orbit continues its sojourn round the sun.

But to my father, September 27 is a special day,

And he loves to laugh and play!

A man old in numbers, but a youth by exuberance,

And he continues to grow as a sage.

Father, here your time comes again!

Shall I bake you a cake once more?

I am but a soul, still young and a dreamer,

And I have not but fantasy to guide me more.

You may die a death upon the last granule of sand,

When you have accumulated too much age,

But never shall you leave my heart nor mind,

My memory of you shall always survive!

So Father, let me celebrate in your honor,

You loyal, faithful servant of mine!

I am just a soul who only owes all

Of my existence by half to you!

Shall we pass a ball in the old front yard,

Or re-acquaint ourselves with our field of dreams?

I miss the days when I was your outfielder,

With you serving as my coach on our diamond.

I have never been perfect, and I must digress

To the next morn the sun doth shine!

For you, my father, never doubted in me

Even when I never saw Enlightenment in myself.

I long to take a road trip with you 

Across the roads of Time and Space,

To a day where we have no worries!

Perhaps someday, our time shall coincide,

And we shall sojourn to our Xanadu!