For you who are aging.
For you who are balancing.
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On the Head of a Pin
We are balancing on the head of a pin
barefoot and coatless.
careening on our stiffened tiptoes
high above the world below.
It’s crowded up here;
so many people on this tiny pin.
It's so easy to fall,
but still we balance.
Teetering, yes,
tottering, maybe,
but we don’t give up.
Not us.
Sometimes it feels hopeless
and we fear that we will soon fall
far, far below.
Our legs get so weary
shaking
as we struggle to keep a foothold;
grasping one another so we don't fall;
our fingers entwined
so tight.
Supporting each other.
Loving each other.
Loving life.
Another day we are here.
Holding on
for dear life.
Yes,
indeed,
for life is so dear.
