MEASURE IN THE BALANCE

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JOHN HERLIHY

The fragile bud becomes the delicate bloom,

The absolute silence will fill an empty room.

The endless day turns to the darksome night,

The evil of wrong versus the goodness of right.

Delicate balance found in the proper measure,

All equilibrium in life is considered a treasure.

Why then do we at times find ourselves wrong,

Sour notes can intrude when we sing our song.

Patience has place, but can also run its course,

There are limits to waiting that lead to remorse.

All have suffered the imbalance in love’s bliss,

When the lover departs, the love is all we miss.

The question arises of life’s perennial mystery,

To gnaw at our hearts with little relief that be.

Ah, how simpler to know what we are all about,

Our peace takes leave when we want to shout.

Where is the balance in battling the unknown?

What equal measure will make things known?

Life a challenge to find that delicate balance,

Through all ups and downs an intimate dance.

The hole in the ground lies waiting to be filled,

Our little foibles and errors are but milk spilled.

A drop in the ocean does not an ocean make,

But too few drops will make the ocean a lake.

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(c) John Herlihy 12 January 2020