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I took Tim to the station yesterday
shook his hand and he walked away
my son grown man.
I stood there in mixed sorrow and joy
watching the man, seeing the boy
Thirty years before from this same place
I'd left to join in life's race
without a backward glance.
Did my father feel these fears
did he stand so close to tears
yet full of pride.
The force of life passes on
father to daughter mother to son
only the faces change.