I’m sure you all know which photo illustrates this short poem. I don’t have the heart to reproduce it again.
There are shadows on the shore,
Of children who will never play,
Building castles in the sand,
Never slip off new shoes
And run barefoot through the surf.
They lie in their last sleep,
Still faces turned toward the sun,
Caressed by gentle ripples,
While we sift through the wreckage
Of their broken dreams
And jingle the coins in our pockets.