On My Toes
By John Herlihy

Life just keeps me on my toes,
Full of simple joys and sad woes.
What it means no one can suppose,
Frankly, only God in heaven knows.
Do you have alternatives to propose?
A life, say, where only gladness grows.
Do you want to spend the day in a doze,
Or have a sun bath with a garden hose?
With a few true friends only you chose,
With enemies enough who you oppose.
Our success is all about highs and lows,
To smell the sweet perfume of the rose.
Dressed to impress in the finest clothes,
I walk through life’s valley on tiptoes.