My Son

My life is so much different to my son’s life.
There were not many books in my childhood life.

My son has access to books in my library – both fact and fiction – from Iain Banks to Shakespeare.
From Neurology to Nietzsche.

There was not much music in my life (unless you can class Johnny Mathis as music).
My son has access to everything from Mozart to Motörhead.

Who is he going to become?