Equilibrium

It's a fine line we tread,
from born ‘til dead,
but we must carry on.

Much has been said,
twixt joy and dread,
heard it in a song.

From the moment we're bred,
‘til that final bed, spent,
surviving that 10 count gong.

The heart and the head,
when all is written and said.
life doesn't last very long.

So that tightrope we walk,
on the trigger finger of fate,
we must walk the talk,
‘fore it's too late.




DD Bellini at Niagara Falls

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