Two On A Fence
sitting in a lounge chair
looking up at the sun.
wondering how and why all of this begun.
it started off simply as not seeing eye to eye
then the words and insults all began to fly.
words can cut deeper and more
than a knife ever could.
but the ego is great
so this is where we stood.
i accepted all the innuendos
and all the casting lies.
i tried to close my mind
but the words continued to fly.
we are like the crows
two sitting on the fence
swaying back and forth
and the wire getting tense.
one of us will have to leave
before we both fall
one must bend
while the other stands tall.
there is only one way that
this love will ever survive
if we stop the innuendos
and all the foolish lies.
like a tree in a hurricane
it may tend to bend
but it continues fighting
to the very end.
this love may be uprooted
and it may toss and turn
but this is the lesson
that we both will have to learn.
poem by Louis Rams
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