Point Of View Poem by David Whalen

There is no right
There is no wrong
Tis all but a matter
Of point of view

No heavenly might
Nor demon strong
Whatever you'd rather
Believe…is truth to you

A lie to one is
Truth to another
What's seen, is what
One wants to view

For a razor edged line
Exists between love and hate
A paper thin partition between
Cold black, and cobalt blue

What's right, what's fair
What's here, what's there
What's love, what's lust
What's treachery, what's trust

What it tis in finality, that
Shapes for you reality
And is what makes
all things true to you

Sadly tis…

Not crimes of passion (or treason)
Nor kind acts of compassion (or reason)
But simply put and sadly true
It's one's own point of view