Your child is not sorry She will not beg forgiveness.   You are in her thoughts While among the peasants, You are dear to her While comrades sing.   How's business going? Net profits are shrinking And yet you continue to be mesmerized By illusions of an economic miracle.   How many fathers and children are like us? With endless differences, With minds that never met. Do not punish yourself With litanies of regret. You were not wanting as a father But the blindfold has long been gone From my eyes.   We talk about you here How to save the likes of you. A wave will come, we know, Carrying you into the new order We are fathers and children who will argue, yet come together to forge the future.   (J.B.)