I have dragged
My weary muscles over many mountains
All of which
Would have looked better on postcards
While Carl danced on ahead.

I have forded
Many muddy rivers
Which I would rather have read of in books
While Carl danced on ahead.

I have run
From large and angry beasts
Whom I would have preferred to have watched
On some TV show
While Carl danced on ahead.

Definitely, the younger generation
Moves on - and up
While my decrepit body
Slowly subsides
Towards old age.