I noticed my father growing old

I noticed my father growing old.
One day I came home and saw him on the couch.
Asleep, worn out, resting his exhausted soul.
He spends more time sleeping now,
and his senses are sharp no more.
Yet it was like yesterday
when he picked me up with one hand and
put me on his shoulder
strong, solid, firm and tall,
like a hero that shall never fall.

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