That's not my father 

It's a photograph of me 

But when I look at it now

It's him that I see.

I have his hair

I have his stance 

Could be taken for him

At a casual glance.

Is this our fateAs the years move on

To grow ever more like

A loved one that's gone.

I'll get used to it 

After a while 

And I hope I have
His dignity and style.

I really don't think

It's a fate that's too bad

Too end up being

The double of my dad.

I m so amazed

That I came to be 

Outside so like him

But inside its still me.