The laws of the exuberant middle

There   must be shades of grey in human life
Or shades of blue that we see in the sky
Not I am right and you are wrong, not strife

If I’m  black does that mean you are white?
You may be  grey or beige, oh, laugh and cry
There   must be shades of grey in human life.

Not every man  is well loved by  a wife
Some are deft and some will never try
 I ‘m  both right and wrong,  there is no strife        

No woman loves all men, however lithe.
Our purpose  is  indeed a  need to pry
There   must be shades of grey in human life.

As in connubial bliss the lovers writhe
Others filled with hatred want to die
 I am right and you are wrong, that’s twice

I don’t  write a memoir, I ‘m dead shy
Yet I’m as bold as brass when all’s awry
There   must be   colours  softer than straight lines
Using fuzzy logic, let’s  not lie