"Beginning of a Great Adventure"

I read this poem by Lou Reed and it encapsulates how I sometimes feel. The author had his first child later in life, and had never expected such an event; likewise, I couldn't believe the overwhelming joy I experienced when Sara told me I was going to be a father.

"It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
A little me to fill up with my thoughts
A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams
A way of saying life is not a loss
I'd keep the tyke away from school
and tutor him myself
Keep him from the poison of the crowd
But then again pristine isolation might not be the best idea
It's not good trying to immortalize yourself

Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular t.v. brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the woods
Just like those redneck lunatics I see at the local bar
With their tribe of mutant inbreed piglets with cloven hooves
I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar
and if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I'd try to be a progressive as I could possibly be
as long as I don't have to try too much

Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam, Leslie, Jill, and Jeff
Rita, Winnie, Andy, Fran, and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg, and Tom
That's a lot of names to try not to forget
Carrie, Marlon, Moe, and Steve
La-Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob
I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far

I hope it's true what my wife said to me
she says, baby, "It's the beginning of a great adventure"

It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
Create in my own image like a god
I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
and keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone drooling on his shirt
Some senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on to
Something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt"

-Lou Reed