Pacing in front.
Turning around
seeing you there
I am fine
being the caboose
Trailing along
No one paying much attention.
You are in the front.
I am in the back.
We weren't meant to pace together
side by side.
I wish I could lead.
And you wish you could be me.
I will be fine
right in the back.
Wish I could lead
And let the sun dapple me.
Maybe someday.
We shall both lead...
And howl at the moon.
The wilderness is like home to me and you.
So we'll lead the pack.
One by one.
Together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem