Who Knows.

Who knows what might be, the future I would love to see. What will become of me. the friends I hold so dear, my wife my kids, my family. I hope my kids,know right, from wrong, and live a life, healthy and long. My wife and I will grow old, and grey, shouting to hear what each other, has to say. The world will be a better place, you can look each other in the face. Wars,and famine are the past, peace, is here at last. The friends I hold so dear, will still be here, we will talk of times of the past, how then, we wished, they would last. could this be so,or is it me, I wish some one would say, either way. Who knows.