Rustic times of yesterday,
lead me down a path of times to come,
Patient, distant, episodes will await ' till I arrive,
Whatever makes me live,
please stay a little longer,
as mother nature builds me ever stronger!
Emotions of the heart should now be free,
make every grasp at life, and try to win her,
Create it for yourself, for you must build it,
and in everything that you may do,
your balance must be true,
Whatever you may do,
be you a sister or a brother,
you are as good as any ape that ever thought,
BUT, your balance must be true!
When all is said and done, - - -
be it two pounds or a ton - - -
... think about what happens,
when it's not balanced!
Barry Van Allen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-of-balance-2/
