A Poem by Jan

A Grey Area A Grey Area

A box for day and a box for night,

A box for wrong and a box for right.

We like things tidy in our brains.

We’re in control, we hold the reins.

But life is wild and things fly free,

despite the efforts of you and me

to file it under black or white.

It doesn’t rhyme….

It’s a grey area.

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