Tweener’s Day

“Tweener”: Just the word implies
Fidelity to compromise,
A sense of neither Yang nor Yin,
But also both. Remember when
Your parents taught you how to share?
The other tiny human there
With whom you had to subdivide
Whatever loot you’d failed to hide,
That person was your Tweener, and
You theirs. You two went hand-in-hand
Because between the two of you
A pot o’ gold turned glop t’ doo.
The 8th of August every year
We celebrate our Tweeners here,
The day when everybody gets
Their second choice, with some regrets,
But no one goes home empty-handed;
Lauded, also reprimanded;
Forced to win and let to lose;
Offered one and forced to choose
To settle either now or later.
Tweener’s Day is fine! No greater.

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