A reflection on opportunities we have and hurdles we never see. |
I saw a bicycle in the road, By Degrassi rowed brick workers homes Two storied, peaked and narrow Door and window wide, Near the factories gone, One hundred years ago, Now half gentried tony way Flush houses housing flush. I saw a bicycle in the road Before “Degrassi Junior High” The street name’s TV fame When son and father came on by And spoke, Of how an absent other caused Its tossed and tumbled state. I saw a bicycle in the road When father yelled at son “Next time kick him when he’s down.” And wondered what else advised This boy might chance become, And perhaps his keeping out of jail Would be more than I had done. If this father’s way became the son’s, The hurdles he must climb Have heights I’ve have never known, And may well have faltered in the try. I see a bicycle in the road, I smile at my good fortune. My daughter rides on by. Note: Degrassi Street in Toronto is like many old neighbourhoods whose houses were bought and gentrified, going through periods of despair side by side with promise. It became famous in a Canadian young adult TV series which continues today. |