You constructed me to walk on water
But taught me only to drown
To you I once looked up
Now my eyes desire the ground
For the once blaze behind your eyes
Has dimmed to a match stick glow
And your whiskey sodden tongue
Has matured into a crystal powdered nose
So before your concrete lips of ash
Demand your lungs collapse
Just know old man I do love you
But I am not yours
For addiction is your daughter
And I am merely your flaws

Jade Deakins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-man-39/