Fathers and Sons

Under watchful eyes they stand,

Poised upon a precipice,

Regarding the plunge ahead.

Quietly, they watch,

Sitting on, perhaps, a bench,

Nostalgic, proud, and yet, afraid.

Not too long ago, they stood,

Upon the lips of similar brinks,

Regarded then, as now,

By men in quiet contemplation.

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