Ian Copestick writes

Hope For The Future

Out walking, on a Saturday night, going
to the shop, and I see something that
really cheers me up. A young guy is
drunk, 

staggering along the road. A car is following 

him, creeping along in second gear, I assume 

it must be his missus. 

She calls him over, and he wobbles to the car.

They scream at each other for a few seconds, 

then he wobbles back to the pavement.

I know it shouldn't make me smile,
but I 

thought that kind of passion,
and behaviour 

hadn't made it down to the younger generation. 

I see myself, 20 years ago, and I have to
admit it gives me hope for the future.