Thursday, February 3, 2011


My son worries
About the fate
Of his favourite actor's
New film
He cannot accept that
I do not fancy him,
When I point out
That his storylines
Are beginning to pall
And that his political ambitions
Have begun to overshadow his persona
He vehemently protests
Lists his hero's virtues
Pans the rivals
Then when he finds
He cannot win the argument
Gets personal,
Declares me old
I cannot but smile at him
Thinking of the hero
Whose films I patronised
At his age
And persuaded myself
Was the best in business ---
My god is better than yours!

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