Does too much joy a sadness bring

Must there be little bits of everything,

Is Life no more than a potpourri

The Nightingale and whatever we can sing.

Green around is good for all

The exhaling trees as they stand tall,

The breathing us that won’t survive

If that lovely tree were to ever fall.

Homilies , homilies and lip service

Sermons for the believing novice,

Walls erected for personal safety

Blind to the truth, unseen the crevice,

Within the walls that we create

The gossamer of Hope, the reality of hate,

The Oneness of Man lies buried somewhere

Tell me, O fellow-men, what is our Fate.

Do we just resign to it?

Live in darkness if my path’s not lit?

Or, can I, must I, strive for better

And, chisel away bit by little bit?

Chisel away, a little at a time

Jack and Jill, that lovely rhyme,

Remember, fall you will but stand you must

Without that effort, there is no climb.

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