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.