Balance
Everyday cannot be sweet.
Somedays we feel the heat,
Somedays we feel the breeze.
All our days cannot be filled with ease.
Somedays we enjoy friendships,
Somedays we go through hardships.
Not all days can go as we please.
Somedays we cry on our knees,
Somedays we jump for joy like monkeys.
Everything can’t be as we deem fit.
Somethings make our eyes joyfully bright,
Somethings make them dark as night,
Each day comes in different types and colour.
Somedays are filled with shame, some with honour.
These things we must know.
Without balance,
The world would be a nuisance.
All sunshine makes a desert,
All rain makes things unpleasant.
Good and bad to all happen.
To these words HEARKEN.
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