~ For the Joy of Animals: Generational Support

 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 trim.


  1. This is a wonderful poem and equally great picture. That day at the beach must have been inspiring. This picture and poem make getting older a little easier.

    1. Thank you D’elen.

      There is something about watching the waves pound the sand that frees the mind. As to getting older, nothing makes it easier. But I do think it makes us more creative. The picture is wonderful and it is so reflective of mentoring which I think is so important.

  2. This is just way too sweet, Linda. I love it!

    1. Thanks Melissa. Its a great picture, so I just had to have a little fun with it.

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