The older I get, the more I realized how much the support of others helped me achieve more and better than I could ever do on my own. I’m especially thankful for the generations that came before me and I try to carry on the tradition of giving a leg up to the next generation. And so, a little poem on “generational support.”
YOUTH ON MY BACK by Linda Anselmi
My role, I am sold,
As one growing ever more old,
No longer lies with an eye
to the road flying by.
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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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This is just way too sweet, Linda. I love it!
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Thanks Melissa. Its a great picture, so I just had to have a little fun with it.
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