Carry Me in a Handbasket

Carry me in a handbasket,
Not too rough now,
The way you're handling me,
Want this trip to be easy,
I want to reach across my basket,
And pick ripe fruit off the trees.
This is the way life's meant to be,
This world owes it to me.
Put your back into it,
I'm bored of this scenary.
We're moving too slow,
Like some 1950's picture show.
Life's going to leave me behind,
If we don't arrive in time.
And I don't even want to know,
What might happen then.

(If only our weary traveler could understand,
Life's the one lending a hand,
To carry the basket we're all living in.
Only it doesn't always go,
Where or how we want it to.
It doesn't always give,
What we think it need or ought to.
But then in the end,
Did we ever really know,
What it was we wanted,
And did it matter enough,
To ignore the life we had?)


A tribute to generation "entitled", but also a caution to the use of generalizations to try and pin down a group of people. Such assumptions make it extremeley difficult for a group of individuals to break free of the assumption's consequences, which often means succumbing to the generalization. However, I believe people are more complex than that; and I have hope that whatever challenege we are handed, we will create something beautiful out of it.