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I have often been
troubled and pained
But when I look back I can tell
How much I have actually gained
(At the time I thought it was hell)
With friends I have noticed the same
Something goes wrong they cry “Foul!”
And express their dislike of the game
Even threat’ning to throw in the towel
But then when we meet later on
(I knew all along they'd survive)
I ask "You alright? Your troubles yet gone?"
They say "Of course! Never felt this alive!"
Living is riding a see-saw
One mo’ you're up then you're down
Flying and swooping now clutching at straw
From brutal old bully to crazy young clown
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Yet some want an even
fixed keel
Where their feelings can simply congeal
(Most New-Age believe its ideal)
But how will you know what is real?
Surely you know when you're glad
Is not when you're itchy or scrappy
And that crying is never that bad
If it means you can tell when you're happy
Yes, go for balance I say
But don't get upset at
a tilt
It's all just part of
the play
To be jilted or
stilted or spilt
© 2006 James Henry McIntosh
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