Such Was My Luck
Throughout my youth, up to about my fourth
birthday, I was a happy, playful boy.
War won, Dad was back, and from that day forth
I was his to punish, his knockdown toy.
Pinocchio's wish was to cut his strings,
and thus morph into a boy for a bit.
But as a boy, I'd wish for standard things,
and that's as much wishing as I'll admit.
I'd slink out of sight should Dad run amok,
and if that didn't work, I'd start running.
But mostly, I got caught; such was my luck,
for authority oft outranks cunning.
Though my childhood was anything but fun;
I didn't go to war, but Dad did and won.
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