The Same Coin

Two sides of the same coin – the good and bad; the dark and light; the yin and yang combined. My future self, the history I’ve had. My soul - the fulcrum of my heart and mind. My friends believe that I’m too sensitive – too hurt by words. But that same trait in me; perceiving needs, entices me to give to those same friends, who thank me graciously. ‘You’re patient to a fault’ – guilty as charged! I wait till ancient plumbing floods my floor. But when your sense of outrage gets enlarged, you grasp what all that patience is here for. Virtue and vice in bas relief I deem – the winter’s frost becomes the summer’s stream.