British Pathé Lady Dancing Above New York 1931 © Jack Moon

Tightrope

We all walk the tightrope,

between good and bad.

We all walk the tightrope,

between happy and sad.

Good balance is necessary,

in every life's journey.

Slipping on that tightrope,

means carried off in a gurney.

Without a tightrope there,

new ideas would go nowhere.

When it comes to taking a chance,

get on that tightrope and dance.

There's always a chance we'll fall.

But we still have to give it our all.

Wind sings through the taut rope tall,

if only we answer its unique call.

So practice on the slack rope,

mightily if you must.

And graduate to the tightrope,

quickly if you trust.

But never give in,

to the easy side of whim,

the slack rope of lies,

filled with life's denies.

Ending with regrets within.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

2/28/19

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