Fear

Fear itself's a dear old friend of mine
For he and I have danced a waltz or two.
I gaze upon my son and there I find
That he has brought Fear back to me anew.
This wonder child will always have my love
Through days of "no" and future teenage lust.
I know he's come to me from up above
And I'm a fool creating such a fuss.
I'm sure that other daddyies feel the same
And theirs will also keep the clouds away.
Some moments seem just like a picture frame,
But life goes on; he grows more day by day.
Please tell me someday fear itself will go.
Old feet can only dance so long, you know?