Right But Wrong Poem by John Shea

I was right at the altar of life
But left in a hurry in flight

I went forward contemplating my choices
Backwards when I heard raucous noises

Good is bad and bad is good
Eat my heart out
That was rude

Crude to me now is cheaper gas
Is this too much to ask?

I now am azimuth and distance
To put behind me
What the future will bring

love might be lust
Trust but a lie

To live this way
Is the next white lie

For instance
If I may

I love you
But not today.