I look to the right
But lean to the left
And not just politically, either
It’s one of those symptoms
They say is atypical

Even left-handers were made to feel different in the 50’s
The 50’s were so uptight
No wonder it took the 60’s
To make the wrongs right

To be left is the worst feeling
Worse than being alone in the beginning
Even left standing on the curb when the yellow turns to red
And the crowd walks ahead leaving you there, feels significant

Left, Right, Left, Right
The slow wipers swing
Lulling me into momentarily forgetting
about the beginning and the end
And everything bad in between

If you have been left
To your own devices to cope
I will try to be there for you
And help you find hope


It's right to be here
It's right to be me
It's right to be them
And it's right to be you




next up: oh gosh, too much pressure. How about colors and reasons...take a wild card and pick 2 words you like.