Those making proclamations Want the middle of the road Having the “Above it all” attitude It seems the safe place to be Even though the Good Book says That the Lord abominates the fence dwellers But there is a comfort there In the middle One can lean either way And still feel safe Misinterpreting words spoken Twisting the truth to accommodate Remembering the convenient Forgetting anything positive The middle of the road sounds cool Seasons change however and Frigid cold replaces a warm position The fence top become uncomfortable A new place is hard to get used to The man who “Thinks” is suddenly silent Did he really exist or was he just A collage of misunderstood clippings Remarks made in haste and out of context Truth rises like the Phoenix Suddenly you are alone in The middle of the cold road There will be no letters from home Stanski February 25, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 