Balance

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(An unfinished poem)



   What we hope for:



       Growing up and leaving the nest; little more

       Growing, graying, and hoping others would stay in the nest



       Accepting the knowledge in a criticism

       Understanding patronage in a pat-on-the-back



       Recognizing turbulence in a steady state

       Tucking into the folds and cusps of a catastrophe



       Reflecting on failures in a successful project

       Recounting successes of a failed mission



       Being a circus joker, getting the most applause

       Playing on the high wire, trapeze, and still staying alive



       Being young, restless, and carefree; and

       Then growing-up to be a fine associate



       Marching and running like a bull in a china shop

       Worrying about all those bulls, as a shop owner



       Aspiring to be a leader, looking for followers

       Willing to be a follower, waiting & hoping for a leader



       Holding on, forcing yourself to listen

               when the urge to speak is the greatest

       Opening up, speaking, uninhibited

               when no one else thinks it is wise



       Staying relaxed in a challenging environment

       Challenging yourself at a steady, dull moment



   But, it seems we get:



       Staying in one plate of a balance, hoping

       Someone would put something in the other plate.





            Relax; no one said Life's fair, not fun, or balanced.







VCM;  

Mid 1993






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