RIGHT-AND-WRONG TRUTH

Once upon a time,
I was young, and I was wrong.
Was I young because I was wrong
or was I wrong because I was young?
I think I was young because I was wrong
and I was wrong because I was young.
For I could not be young if I were not wrong
and I could not be wrong if I were not young.
The young are wrong and the wrong are young;
so define me without 'young' and I'm not wrong,
define me without 'wrong' and I'm not young.
So young and wrong are one; and one is young and wrong?

And once
I was old, and I was right.
Was I old because I was right
or was I right because I was old?
I think I was old because I was right
and I was right because I was old.
For I could not be old if I were not right
and I could not be right if I were not old.
The old are right and the right are old;
so define me without 'old' and I'm not right
define me without 'right' and I'm not old.
So old and right are one; and one is old and right?

Now
who would be my just judge?
Are the young always wrong?
are the wrong always young?
are the old always right?
are the right always old?
the young can be right 
and the right can be young
and the old can be wrong
and the wrong can be old
and I was old enough to know this old
Right-and-wrong truth.

THE PIT PLANT

And there was a plant,
planted in a shaded and 
shallow pit.

And there was another,
planted on the fertile and 
shade-less ground
near the rim of the pit.

Both were planted 
in the same season--
I was told--
by the selfsame old and odd 
planter. 

But why our poor pit plant 
became stunted 
while our fertile-ground plant 
blossomed 
is a puzzling, but a valid, 
question 
I would want to ask 
the master planter.

THE STRANGE ROOM

I live in a room
half-bright, half-dark

Here I may live,
forever.

The light in the room
wrestles with
the dark in the room.

Each seeks dominance,
dominance to dominate
my moribund life ...

I wish both gone,
but I am terrified;

For how is it going to be like--
to live in a room
without light, without dark.