The Luckiest In the Land

Once I thought that two-year olds’ were the luckiest in the land To not know that ahead of them their future would demand But realized I had had that chance and still my future come That maybe just the two-year olds weren’t quite as lucky as some Now then, I thought, the elderly are luckier still than I To reminisce about their past as in their beds they lie And yet to be a part of it, not simply thinking back Would probably be preferable to never doing jack And so, thought I, just where I am, simply at eighteen Not at the start, nor at the end merely in between Must be the spot, the pinnacle of life on which to stand So that, you see, I’ll truly be the luckiest in the land