Sometimes I am Linus; Pondering philosophy, theology
(easy, with security blanket in hand)
Sometimes I am Lucy; I want and will get my way
even if that means I have to yank your blanket away
Sometimes I am PigPen: a stain on my shirt
that I’m half ashamed, half proud of
Sometimes Schroeder; working at his art
(while at, by the by, I must be left alone)
Sometimes I am Woodstock; I talk and yell and persuade
but all they hear are chirps and squeals
Sometimes I am Snoopy; dreaming of being something fantastic
anything but the dog I am
But mostly, I am Charlie Brown, loser
worried for others, but yes, also, for myself