In the Shadow of the Son
First born is a son.
Always placed number one.
Second place it is true.
I am always number two.
Failed at my purpose.
The sham was through.
The son was an accident.
I was number two.
Walked in the shadow
of golden boy blue.
One reigned supreme.
This girl number two.
Second best, second fiddle
Alone to ponder life’s cruel riddles.
In the shadow of the son.
He was born number one.
I’m not bitter at all. LOL
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In my book, darling.you are second to NONE! Love ya, Friend. That said, that is a beautiful poem.
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