A Different View

I see a six and you see a nine And we're both looking at the very same line, As we sit on opposite side of a table Either a six or nine was our label. Then I drew my number out once again It's a nine shouted out my very best friend And then I told him no that it was a six Then he screamed out that it was all politics. Then we decided to both switch seats Now we were on opposite sides of the streets, Then when we saw those same numbers once more My six was a nine there nine a six we each did deplore. Then again we argued and we began to fight From the numbers that we each did write They both had started their journey at the very same point And they both created the same rounding joint. It's a six my friend screamed and shouted It's a nine I cried and pouted Then we decided before we'd start hating each other We would sit and talk as civilized people together. Then when we sat together chair to chair And then at those very same numbers we then did stare Then with truth and excitement we did encumber As we both then saw the very same number. Randy L. McClave