Sunday, November 21, 2004

See-Saw.

For every moment we love,
There's a pillow stained with tears.
For every hope we harbour,
There's a day we run in fear.
For every smile we come across,
There's a suicidal clown.
For every drug we swallow,
Eventually there's a come-down.
For every hurting child,
There's a parent with regret.
For every disappointment,
There's a promise we accept.
For every time we pray,
There's a sin which we commit.
For every truth we tell,
There's a portion we omit.
For every lover who ups and leaves,
There's always one who'll stay.
And for every sleepless night,
Don't forget there's always Sunday.

1 Comments:

Blogger Another Point of You... said...

A new June 2002 version of my September 1999 poem - "The P.M. Side of Midnight."

I submitted this version into a poetry competition and had to chop it up so it could make the maximum twenty lines limit. It's not easy to rearrange a baby but sometimes these things have to be done.

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