The Balance
The sting of time dances on.
In the night and early morn.
Singing of love gained and love lost.
We are left to count the cost.
Sorrow visits then it goes away.
Joy awakens a brand new day.
When joy dances and sings with you.
Sorrow lay asleep waiting for its time to.
It is in the balance we stand.
Between the two we take their hand.
Who can say which is greater?
Who holds the scale between now and later?
By what infinite measure shall we weigh
The joy and sorrow that visits each day?
For both are bound together by love.
Pulling at us with the push and shove.
From joy the happiness, from sorrow the pain.
Making our lives full with the loss and the gain.
Within each our growth is found.
The larger we grow the smaller the sound.
Of joy and sorrow we hear.
For they shall mark every year.
That we draw breath upon the Earth.
Showing to each of us what love is worth.
Thank you,
Thomas James Segel