A Roadside Poem from Minneapolis to Milwaukee
Oh youth of today, please don’t dismay
of growing old as I . . . or older!
Because old age holds a secret, holy reward
(It’s not just needing more heat ‘cause you’re colder.)
You get to be a grandparent
A glorious time when “You da man,”
or “Woman,” in your kid’s kids eyes.
Youth, hang in there, if you can.
Your grandkids will think you’re tops
and appreciate your flukes and flaws.
With all their heart they’ll truly believe
You’re better than the great Santa Claus!
All you’ll need do is be genuinely you
(and have a pocket jammed full of candy),
And you’ll be rewarded with love—truly, it’s love—
that right now you don’t think ever can be.
So stick in there, oh wonderful youth,
and scoff any fear you harbor of aging.
For life has in store the gift and reward
of the happiness which I am raging.
Be a grandparent!
A Little Lift of Lemon Drops! 