Always Right and Always Wrong

Met on a bridge one day

They stopped for a while each watching the view

Then Always Wrong went on his way.

“Oh, I wouldn’t go there,”

Said Always Right,

“I’ve just come from over there

There are terrible things like lions and bears

And monsters that catch you unawares,

You should turn around now while you still have the time and go back the way you came.”

Said Always Wrong, “Mm, I was wondering, as I looked through the trees and beyond

That one never can see quite far enough to decide what is right or wrong

Maybe I should sit on this bench and watch the world for a bit and dream

Maybe watch the birds who are watching the fish and

Wriggle my toes in the stream

“Oh I wouldn’t do that,”

Always Right replied, “just think of the ecoli and what if you slipped and hit your head or got shat on by a bird flying by?”

“You could be right, “Always Wrong said”

“But what if today you were wrong? It’s not all that bad to be Wrong you know, it’s actually quite fun sometimes

I make a mistake but I don’t get upset, I just say, “Oops, that didn’t work ... like this poem, I’m going right out of rhyme, but who’s keeping score?

“Oh, I am!” Said Always Right

“I am ... “

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