Kid with the Hair: circa: 1970

Laurie Wood

I didn’t know him,
Didn’t particularly want to:
I considered his existence with contempt.
Angered at the mention of his achievements
I tired of comparisons.
He said the right things,
Did the right things,
Knew the right people.
I didn’t.
My hatred was labeled rivalry
Which made it worse—
That and being reminded I should love him
And follow his example .
But he was too short,
Walked duck-footed,
Was nearsighted.
And was my father’s son.
I didn’t know him and didn’t intend to.

Laurie Wood