My changing world

Every passing day i notice the ever changing nature of the world
Stuck in the comfortable past, i hate the present time
I remember when it was all about me but now, its all about them.
The son grows older, the parent funtions younger,
The son becomes the father,the parent becomes the son.

Increasing responsibilities, external evaluation, hard social condition makes a grown man want to cry
What choice do i have, i equally had my days of dependence
The call to maturity necessitate my submission
Now i realise;life travels backward