Poems ✍️

Walking with a younger person, alive and well.
Dismissed by others as they stand to talk a spell.
All questions directed to the young person’s ears.
While I stand with a faint smile fighting back the tears.

Sometimes one feels their existence goes unnoticed.
You must make the young look and focus.
Take your place, stand firm, inject your voice.
Be heard, make that important choice.

Your silence is a loss to the young person’s ears.
Speak up, give your opinion, your experience is dear.
Your years of gains and losses, of many ups and downs,
will feed the minds of the young, gather them around.