A Lefty Land

A different land exists somewhere, Where lefties are the norm. The lefty side considered there, Is standard for the form. Lets say, someone, you go to meet, And then extend a hand. But it’s the left, you’ll use to greet, In all the lefty land. A lefty golfer’s shopping dream, For clubs would be abound. Or you could fit a baseball team, Where lefty gloves are found. From right to left, we all would write, And never more to smear, The ink our hand collects just might, On up and disappear. And think about the kitchen tools, To fill about your house. And then you’ll find at all the schools, A left computer mouse. And so I dream that there’s a place, That’s based upon a hand, And all of us can share a space, Our little lefty land.