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