Extremes
Approval's a craving, seeks even a smidge
Conformity dictates no room to forgive
Wealth is elusive, just over that ridge
Fame's a hot flame that's intense but short-lived
Faith's the assurance of things still unseen
Hope, steadfast, certain for times in between
Joy's not a feeling that scared, flees the scene
And love is a person whose death washed us clean
The first set, to die for, to not contravene
The second brings peace and a life that's serene
At opposite ends, at the utmost extremes,
To chase or to live for, you see what I mean?
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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