Balance
we live
on the same planet
yet, for each of us, it’s
a different world
our story
a universal rhyme
but within each line
a note
unto ourselves
read by one
not by all
the need, the want
the dream, the nightmare
and if you’ve suffered
some at all
then you know
the tears that travel
through time and space and class
for there is love
for the pauper and the prince
the saint and the sinner
and the greater it is
the deeper the death
this love you’ve found
in this life you live
ever greater still
would not it be
the sorrow that was never yours
the love you never had
to lose
TL