Lives In Balance
Each one with his calvary
Or with his treasure,
blessed or helpless,
Conquerors or conquered,
Wealth and Evil
in every human being...
Each with a charming smile !
It's the same smile that disdains,
The hand that strokes is the same that stones...
With pitying eyes
or with a merciless look.
However, no one is fully
Correctly or completely sane —
To each his share
And the load he can carry.
So since the world is world...!
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