Poem: In the middle
By Alan Berger
In the middle of the night
At the tail end of another tales thought flight
I remembered I line
That made me give back all the lines of advices I ever had bought
“If you are scared of flying, fly scared”
Worst that could happen is you arrive late in a body bag
Weather you see yourself departing near or far
After learning to drive a car
Learn we all are going to die
That just the circumstance
So, in the middle of you journeys
Try not to shit in your pants
I dare you