Tipping The Scale

 

I get a grip on the rope

In this tug of war

But without a firm stance

I’d be better off

If it slipped through my grasp.

 

I ate my spinach everyday

Just like Popeye

But with the binding on my dictionary

Like brand new

I might as well ate chocolate everyday

And enjoyed the chew.

 

I saved every dime

Till my piggy bank burst

But without my heart being stolen

From the vault

I might as well be living in poverty.

 

Living life with the scale

Tipped one way

I robbed myself of half a life

That justice can never serve.

Reviews

Deep deep, with an certain humor I love. A brilliant irony in this piece of yours. All is just so temporary, even money, if you adore it, you are even poorer, then when you have brain richness as you ;) excellent!

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I love the message behind this poem..live your life for today because tomorrow may never come..wonderful

[Muse]

You are right...we can have health...money...and even fame...but without love...what's the point of it all?

[emmajoy]

Powerful stuff, a down side, an up side, seems a sad hopelessness. Fine dark format, seems as if you're yelling your frustrations!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Clearly, you are mastered the balance of prose and meaning in a unique and splendid way. Very cool, Dale.