The Sandwich Generation
At times my life seems out of sorts,
I wonder if things e'er will work;
The crisis past, a full reprieve,
A moment paused upon my knees.How strange the flow of days for me,
Like evening fog in fall I see –
Clear patches then low-ceilinged wisps
In headlights caught – earth almost kissed.A ‘sandwich people’ how they term
This stage of life in which we learn
Our lessons, as our children grow
And parents lose the things they know.Above, the mist restrains our sight;
Ahead, the road bends left to right;
Around our view fades into night;
Below the earth supports our might.But brief those hours, as early ones –
Our children grow, our roles soon done;
Our parents pass to mystery;
Our days soon fade to history.Relief’s in that, the struggle done;
The pressure lifts as we become
A closer fit to vision given
When we were made, that gift from heaven.Will this phase pass like ones before
When we pressed forward evermore
Just to survive, succeed perchance,
With scarce a moment paused to dance?The choice is mine, drink life in deep?
Let it flow past in walking sleep?
Fresh seasons’ change, exploding flowers
Crash me awake to live these hours.navigation