Old Man
When I was five
You held my hand
And opened the heavy doors
To my new school
When I was eleven
You waved from the car
And I walked in alone
When I was sixteen
You waved goodbye
And found your new life 800 miles away
Never did I think a door could be so heavy
As I moved into my freshman dorm
Never did I know
I needed my dad as much as I did then
I walk alone
The door doesn’t seem as heavy any more
You held me up as I walked
Now I stand tall
You may have left
But your mark is still there
Everywhere I look, I see my dad
When I look into the mirror, I see your eyes
When I write, I see your words
I see your handwriting in mine
I see you, even though you’re gone
When I was sixteen, I was mad
Mad you left my hand empty when I needed it the most
But now I am grown
Walking in this world on my own
I am strong where you were weak
And now I know where I stand
I miss you, old man
But you made me who I am