Both Right And Wrong Poem by shimon weinroth

There are moments I hate, for telling me, when you're right
Point out the the simple truths, so obvious,
How can it be my simple truths, so oviously disagree
There are moments when I'm hateful,

You ask how can it be, I do not see, perhaps I am stubborn
Like a mule, you too must own up, when I'm right,
Change you're way, or I'll have nothing more to say,
When you feel so right and righteous, like some animal in heat

Or migrating bird gone astray, calling out for all to see
and say, I alone know the way,
Two thrown togther, went on to sing a melody of disharmony,
To agree to disagree both right and wrong, is the name of the song