Do you see
How all things
Have conspired
For an average ******,
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 *****, and babies.
Such things sealed my fate.
Peace and Love
Filled our waves;
No poppies and crosses
On 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.