Personally Balanced 
If I were sweeter water still 
And not some brackish brine, 
If I were only whippoorwill 
And not a herd of swine, 
If I were only oak and ash 
And never knotty pine, 
If I were only lakes and trees 
And not a deep coal mine, 
Then I would lack the bass-er notes 
That swell the symphony, 
And I would even lack the pain 
And tears of sympathy; 
My life would only be so flat— 
No room for empathy, 
And I would—perfectly dull— 
Not have much company!
(C) 5 January 1991, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
 
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