The Man, Caught in the Middle
© 2006
Dan Johnson
This was the story of my life until I decided it didn’t look good on me.
Here I sit working out this riddle
All around me people sneer and giggle
Because…
I’m known as the man in the middle.
I’ve never taken a risk one way or the other
Didn’t think my voice would really matter,
So I kept a low key…no one bothered me,
I was a visible ghost,
A distant but vagrant memory,
I’m caught in the middle no where can I go
The left is too liberal, the right is too radical
The center is safe, I can lean either direction,
But I committed moral defection!
I stood up, took my stand,
No longer a passionless voice,
Like Nero playing my fiddle,
It cost me…that’s my choice,
At least, I’m no longer,
The man, caught in the middle.
Dan Johnson
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Peace,
Bill
Sage
Good to know you made it!!
Love Tinka
You MUST be a Leo!! You have described me to a "t" when I was embarrassed to raise my hand. I "knew" the answer to the question, but still could not raise my hand because everyone else was right and I would be "wrong." Upon hearing another give the answer, I mentally slapped myself for not speaking 'cause I "really" did know the answer. Excellent write!
Thanks,
George
No longer a passionless voice
Bravo! And if we could only each do the same, we might even be able to change this nasty old world for the better.
Love,
Eileen