Two men stood fishing only yards apart on a sandy windswept beach <br /> Neither established eye contact, and neither preferred to speak <br /> But each looked deep at the other when the other was turned away <br /> And each saw some of himself as he gazed at the other that day <br /> The older man saw himself as he thought he was many years before <br /> Strong and self-confident, unafraid and secure <br /> The younger man saw a glimpse of the future, a man true of his ideals <br /> A man with some faults, but a man worth knowing because of his knowledge of wheels <br /> Each man thought of the other as one of only one <br /> For you see on that windy sandy beach stood a father and his son <br /> And the older man's fears will eventually come true, as life's like a stream flowing past <br /> But with luck, some day, another two men will stand there with rods to cast <br /> The one thing left unsaid by the paltry few lines of this rhyme <br /> Is the love each man has for the other, a love never changing with time<br /><br />John W. Knight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-men-fishing/
