Suppose I chose a different road than you
Could we part amicably?
Suppose you chose another bunch of friends
Would this mean our friendship ends?
Supposing I met you on the Main Street
Would you prefer we didn’t meet?
Our polite overcoat of warm greetings
Would it belie our undercover bleatings
Like sheep with wooly soft insulation
We caress each other with insinuation
Not calling a spade a spade
Afraid – an embarrassing word might be said
Suppose we agree to disagree
And the drinks are on me
Is there ever harmony?
In an agitated nature –
not the way it’s meant to be –
We need another advocate to step in
And be us together
Some unifying person
Like a Saviour