we fathers

we fathers

we fathers take our sons to the beach
on a winters morning in the dark
and leave them heading into the crashing waves
to ride the surf of excitement all day long

we fathers teach our sons to drive
and watch them set off on the metalled roads
to take their chances amongst the crashing cars
with the thrill of life rushing through their veins

we fathers take our sons to the edge of the city
and see them disappear into the hive of streets
to try and survive and make their fortunes
amongst the crashing hopes and dreams

we return to the beach at nightfall and wave our torch;
dark figures detach from the sea and come home with us;
mostly our sons return OK, mostly our sons return OK
mostly our sons return OK

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