June 11, 1996|By Michael T. Bornemann

Upon my shoulders, like the fate

of growing old, I feel your weight,

while legs a little lower rest

than yesterday against my chest.

and fingers that I once held tight

now squeeze my own with growing might.

It must be nice to have a berth

while someone else walks Mother Earth,

and you are welcome to the view

while I am strong enough for two.

But time is coming soon, my son,

when I may hardly walk for one.

On your young legs I'll then depend

to steady mine until the end.

So savor now each loving stride.

Just keep in mind, there's no free ride.

Pub Date: 6/11/96

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