Poetryseeds
A TIGHT-ROPE
I'm walking along a tight-rope
It's impossible to turn left or right
I wonder what I'm doing
I want the luxury of hindsight
Some people seem to have no problems
And skip along at ease
The rest of us shuffle and
Crawl on hands and knees
Life isn't a bowl of cherries
To choose the ripest and the best
We have to work along with what
We can, and always know that we are blessed