Both Sides
We hate the rain on our parades,
but bless it on those scorching days.
New love blooms with our delight.
Love lost tears us up inside.
Life is good when smooth roads traveled.
Wrong paths make it come unraveled.
To everything there is two sides;
in the middle, reality hides.
Deemed good or bad by our experience;
its' effect on us we hold as evidence.
July 23, 2014
Contest: Both Sides Now
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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