Posted by MFish

Once upon a time,
in a land,
West of In Between,
there lived an
old man, who was nice,
and seldom was he mean.

He had no wife or
children, of which we knew.
If he did, they were inside
his dream.

He loved to talk, a lot
to all those he met,
but only in his dreams,
for he lived a lonely life,
in the land West of In Between.

The Sun would shine,
throughout the day
and rain was seldom seen,
for life was pleasant, in the
land West of In Between.

Animals played amongst
the fields, so wide and green,
as life was somewhat odd,
in the land, West of In Between.

What words could I write,
about someone, who wasn't mean,
who wasn't heavy, or thin to see,
perhaps he was just in between.

Stories he told about,
his life's work and his constant dream,
was to be the leader, in the
land, West of In Between.