As the youngest sibling
All six of us dear boys,
Many 'hand-me-downs' received
From clothes, and even toys.
When last three, with our parents,
A country drive, would go,
The two above me, they did get
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, dare not I.
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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