Treasure Island

Steve Lang



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.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 07, 2014

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