Piggy in the middle

As the youngest sibling

All six of us dear boys,

Many 'hand-me-downs' received

Of clothes, and even toys.

When last three, with our parents,

A country drive, would go,

The two above me, would demand

A seat by the window.

So I was stuck in middle,

I wasn't giv'n a choice,

I yearned to b'able to have one,

But couldn't, my say, voice.

So 'piggy in the middle'

For aye, it seemed, was I,

Even at home, on sofa,

To complain, I dare not cry.

Now older, with more 'say so'

I actually prefer

The mid seat, car or sofa,

A sense of safety, there.

Encased between two others,

Protection, all around,

Shielded by those bodies,

'Security', there, found.

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