Third Best
Everyone’s heard the line of being second best
My scenario is different; I’m third in this contest
The contest of affection from our parents as we grew
Competition of siblings; conclusion too painful to pursue
The winner hands down is the youngest child residing in this roost
No responsibility for his actions, yet an approving constant boost
Baby and cherish him, for he’s the focus of this competitive scene
Always taking whatever he wants, a daily addictive routine
Second place is the oldest; the perfect child he’s portrayed
An empathetic serene individual, a respectful triumphant crusade
By no means doing any wrongs; his mind completely in tact
A confidant rational being; always causing the most immaculate impact
Coming in last; the loser is here with problems too many to bare
The third best child, invisibly seen; always in constant despair
I love being the loser if that’s what you ultimately see in me to be
For I know the contest was already judged, long before you recognized me
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
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