My Fence

I had a picket, hammer and nail. I felt exposed so I built a rail.

It was long, yet bold and sturdy too. It kept out every one I knew.

That left me sad and trapped inside. So I made a gate as not to hide.

My fence has rules that all must heed. Respect my space and do not impede.

I’ll let you in when the timing’s right. A Fellow knows it’s been quite a fight.

I set out chairs behind my fence. To welcome those without pretense.