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Being Third
by Mark Maxey
laughing and yelling asking it again
round the circle we would go
first my brother, then my sister
and I was always third
third in line third in question
being third meant I came in last
third place at our table
never getting seconds
being third meant I would always be...
just me being third
in our small rural school
I had the same teachers
1-2-3...I was the third they taught
I had to live up to my brother and sisters legacy
never could I be me
I was always being third
football, baseball and basketball
we all took our swing
never could I become more
as they were better than me
I got the hand-me-down gloves, shoulder pads, and cleets
I never knew what new would feel like
brother had his first child
then my sister...she had two
I always had girlfriends and...
been engaged three times
its all about being third
three times I tried
but learned my lesson
and I will always keep it real
yet three is a good number
three chances to be heard
three times the family love
third time is the charm
and I fit nicely in our family puzzle
02/14/2007 Posted on 02/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/15/07 at 12:01 AM i read to my little brother and he totally related. great job here. i'm a middle child myself, and we have our own unique view...not the first, not the last...lost somewhere in the middle. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/15/07 at 01:38 AM Ooops...and *blush*...i meant, i read this poem to my little brother... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/16/07 at 12:34 PM I dig your poem Mark and your humility as well. But I would add that lessons are oft learned best when we are not the front runner nor winner, but are absorbing lessons of life, from way in the back in the pack, and for our lack of speed are making a more subtle observance of the soulful landscape. |
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