Being a “Big Brother”

The truck roving ahead on the cold hard road
With taillights as weak beacon for those to follow
Prying the path with a weathered staff
Taking others with a mindful laugh
Facing the chilling winds full head on
Raging sun that toast my face to a prawn
Leading others like a miniature Agamemnon
To the fight to the hills to their own pantheon
Why I do that I had done
Maybe because I did not have such a begun
— 08/10/19