Apparently, I was a serious child,
Earnest, you know, rather too grown-up
For my own good.
Even as a toddler, legend goes,
I was quite intense and focused,
Known to smile, it’s true,
But never chuckle.
Later, as the elder
Of a tribe of little Catholics,
I performed my duties carefully,
Cherished the respect and trust
Perhaps a bit too much.
You see, I always thought it was
That brutish, English boarding school
That blew the cold air in.
But as a new year lowers portentously
Beyond the brow of dawn
I wonder if
It wasn’t always there.
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