Such Was My Luck
Throughout my childhood, to about my fourth
birthday, I was a happy, playful boy.
Till Dad got back from war: from that day forth,
I was his to punish: his knockdown toy.
Pinocchio's wish was to cut his strings,
and magically turn into a boy.
But in my youth, I'd wish for magic wings:
to fly far away in pursuit of joy.
I'd stay out of sight, should Dad run amok:
and if that didn't work, I would start running.
But mostly, I got caught; such was my luck:
authority abhors acts of cunning.
And although my childhood was far from fun;
I didn't go to war, but Dad did, and won.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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