Black and white…wrong and right
Strangers in the night
Nothings black… To me anymore
Nor anything totally white
Things so simple… at one point in time
Seem now… not so clear at all to me
Ambiguity has stolen in…with the advance of years
taken black and white… and has set them free
The righteousness in this…
the certainty of that
That “carved in stone” attitude
Is now quite “old hat”
Now things are imbued with ambiguity
And I’m really quite all right with that
Once rigid and unforgiving
Now flexible and more giving
Life itself to me…
ambiguous in the living
Has now become…
Somehow become …
As Ambiguous as…
“ The Cheshire cat”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem