Boy in the middle

B-stream Steve looked both ways Longing for what he saw. Thinking he'd be much happier With those boys he held in awe. Instead he floundered midstream Never quite feeling satisfied Telling himself that one day soon He'd climb or slowly slide. B-stream Steve looked both ways And found as he got older The gulfs between a, b and c Were more in the eye of the beholder. While streaming helped those in charge He needed to keep in mind A boy in the middle was much better placed To befriend those ahead and behind.

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