Balanced
Good deeds, misdeeds.
Good for you, bad for him.
The middle way is a narrow road,
thread the needle.
Monkey Pox
or a fresh oranges?
Some balancing choices
need no great deliberation.
The longer we live
the more the proliferation
of garden rakes.
Whiskey on the rocks,
marriage on the rocks,
there will always be
more rocks
Tight rope, high wire.
Wobble on your way
out-stretched arms.
Don't look down,
Smile for the camera
Sooner or later -
we fall.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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