The Father and the Son

The old-man is a good-man and was once full of fire and might. The old-men lose the fire. It’s passed to the next. This feels like it was written by a cave-man, a bit brief and stumped.

What I’m trying to say is that there’s a gentle-man in the old-man now. A man that has learnt the hard way and is now regretful and tired. Very tired.

I can’t say I’m fond of what I’m writing so I think I’ll stop there.

It feels as though I’m writing like someone else. Can’t be bothered with that. But then, at the same time, it’s nice to try something different.