Like father like son

Like father like son
What happens from one day to the next
When time hasn’t moved a wink
Yet empires crumble - for those who have none.

People with time, speakers with attitude,
listeners with none
How do we move forward,
when all about seems lost?

Those who have none.
Those who have some.
Family. That is the answer.
But for those who have none?

While I make another rooibos with honey.

Like father like son

To some extent anyway

Only do your best, from day to day, hour to hour.

They say anything goes.

So I s'pose these images chosen from the earlier years of my  life in NZ, without putting faces up for the hungry intenet beast to gobble up, can still tell a bit of the story.
So far...

(Apart from the first one - which is my dad looking like he has had a more than adequate number of weeks on beach holiday)