Sunday, December 4, 2016

No Left Brain?

No Left Brain?

The left..
that analyzing splitting 
friend and fiend..
We are slow to discover
the Right
is that upon which 
proud left depends
for it's's life..
Yet that left
seems warily persistent
wishing to convince:
I stand strong and alone..
I will hide..if I must
until doubting clouds
blow past once more..
But its days are numbered
as we each day uncover:
left is an actor
a temporary pretender
from Right...!

1 comment:

  1. We, in our world, must have brains of all types. Neat poem to prove the fact. Thanks, Charlie. ~o~ ERB