They walk along the beach,

A man and his young son.

I wonder what their future holds.

Will their ambitions drive them apart?

Or will they remain as friends.

Maybe they will walk upon this very beach,

As Father, Son and Grandson.

Or will the stupidness of another man's war

Mean that this man has to bury his son.

But this is all in the future.

Some times its best not think off

But to just pray that there will be one.

So I just sit and admire the beauty

Of a Man humbled,

By the love he has for his Son.

Taken from "thoughts from the laundromt"