Of all the loads a child must bear,
…The one of sibling’s great.
It means that one must learn to share,
…And even worse, to wait.
Like times when egg nog has been bought
…And brother can’t be found,
One cannot have the part she ought
…Until he comes around.
E’en when it’s your own birthday cake
…And one last piece is left,
It’s split in half for two to take
…Like North and South were cleft.
One benefit of growing old
…(I grant there’s not a lot)
I get all now and get it whole,
…To have it and halve not.
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.