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
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