Get Your Premium Membership

About Balance

Each morning just before I arise I make my peace with my Holy One She has always been called fair and wise The goddess of equilibrium She is not a goddess for the young Those who are still gifted with balance But for the old whose song has been sung - Who have long been stripped of their talents Those of us who have now reached that point Pray to her as we put on our pants That the trouser goes on the right joint And we avoid the unsightly dance Then we pray that our walk is steady As we head for the breakfast table We pray that our forks will be ready And our coffee cups will be stable So begins each day with our new lord To balance us is her daily chore We passed to her the righteousness sword So her actions keep us off the floor 7-16-20 Contest: A Contest About A Goddess Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things