Taylor Gang Or Die Poem by Thomas Mix

It's hard to walk that fence line that is life.
Fall to the left, you're living too much in the future, fall right and you're living too far in the past.
This fence is a raggedy piece of work with holes, chips, nails, scrapes, and splinters. These splinters threaten your feet every step of the way. Luckily, God gave me a sweet pair of Chuck Taylors to wear which help me on my way.

Too bad I was in a terrible wreck two years ago and my balance has never been the same since.