Goldfinch60

Changes In Time.

We were walking by My River

Enjoying the beauty around us,

As we passed people

All said hello with a smile,

Life was so good.

Coming towards us was a man,

A man pushing a pushchair,

His small grandson sat there

Looking all around,

Smiling at everything.

The man greeted us with a smile,

As did the child.

They walked on into their future

And the sad though came to me,

One day it may be different,

The grandson may be the one

The one pushing the wheelchair,

The wheelchair for his granddad,

As he reached his elder years.