~ For the Joy of Animals: Generational Support

Youth on My Back

by linda anselmi

My role, I am sold,
As the one growing ever more old,
No longer lies with an eye to the road flying by.

But to give my support,
When youth’s legs are too short,
For a view that is more than just sky.

With my own whited nose,
Far below the air’s glorious flow,
I manage to keep myself amply entertained.

By recalling with great pride,
On many earlier a ride,
The wonderous scents I so joyfully identified.

And while the youth’s needed heights,
Lost me my own favorite sights,
I would find no pleasure here without him.

So don’t worry about me,
I’m just a grumpy old he,
Wishing the youth on my back ever more vim.

by Linda Anselmi