A Canadian Midele-Class Life Poem by Francie Lynch

Do you see
How all things
Have conspired
For an average wanker,
Like me.

I am grateful
To evade
The poxes
Others have endured.

The cold, the hunger, the homelessness;
The hate, the fear, the lonliness.
There's more.

I have never
Stretched out
A hand or fist
In want, fear, or hate.

I held chalk, and balls, and babies.
Such things sealed my fate.
Peace and Love
Filled our waves;
No poppies and crosses
Marked a friend's foreign grave.

Yes, all things conspired.
And this time got it right,
To live happily ever after
In my middle-class life.