Involved

 Involved

You know us by our gait

Pushing buggies with young children

Far too old to be their parents. 

We have seen more than our forebears. 

Ours the challenge and the blessing

To walk with parents on their last mile

And hold the tiny hands and guide

The faltering footsteps of our children’s children 

Birth to death, we’ve been present 

In a way our parents never were. 

We’ve seen circles as the saga

Completes the circuit once again. 

We more often see our children

Than when they lived at home

We’ve grown to be relaxed and roles

Sometimes come and sometimes go

We are a lucky generation

We have lived and loved and traveled

Before the guilt kicked in

Before the world grew nervous.