Measure For Measure

We measure everything According to life's rules we keep Happiness is even weighed After and before we go to sleep Hardships are all put in a row Evenly, within time's linear cup And exactly placed like Fine silverware from Newton's table For when we discuss and sup Yes, we measure everything And we ourselves are put to rule From the moment we take a breath And even after we are pulled From our mother's womb And by the way... Also, at the tomb For we need to fit That certain box Or get tossed aside Like an uncounted bag of rocks Yes, we measure everything... Even the number of the lines A sizing poet writes For getting things just exactly right Gives immeasurable and joyous flights Yes, we measure everything As we're stood against a double door Above our head, a line is drawn and pencil scored As we grow and even as we chore I have to say, as I truly measure myself, from day to day... Sometimes, I'd like to take the gage and hide But, only for a measured moment... Until I'm sure I'm tall enough inside For life's un calculated ride. By Lisa Lee 5/15/2014 Contest: Measure For Measure Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta