Thinking (an acrostic poem)

There are always two sides to every story

He put down the book and shook his head

It didn’t really make sense that it was black and white

Nuance told him two sides were really a myriad of grays

Knowing that and applying it were two different things though

It made his life a practice of frustration, but still he tried

Nothing could be gained by giving up, so he embraced the gray

Good thing he was already color blind