The Thin Gray Line

Pencil thin, the thin gray line

That divides you from me

We will know in due time

And everyone else will see

I prefer my coffee black

You have always liked your tea

You always had a knack

To be all that you could be

Our differences will merge someday

Little difference can there be

When we learn to live and play

In freedom’s hard earned luxury

Until we celebrate the loss

Until we make the time

Many times will we cross

That pencil thin gray line

©7/22/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur