Life is a balance beam

I am no gymnast

But I’ve learned that the race, the fight, isn’t always to the fittest

That things are seldom ever what they seem

Fulfillment isn’t in being stuffed

Loneliness is too rough

But too many friends can lead to ruin

The love of money is a root of all kinds of evil

Idleness is the absence of doin’

A corporate, shiny career can be dull

Marathons kill

Couch potatoes, for other reasons, also are still

Chocolate cake is delicious

Broccoli’s cancer-fighting properties are vicious

Too hot, too cold

Bought and sold

So I balance on my bicycle

I run several miles till I feel a little
I tread in my in-box

I like to think all my trying holds things together

That success, health are in the sum of my efforts

An obituary awaits us all

How long before we tip to one side

And it’s not the Republicans or Democrats to blame for our demise

Is it something in our proprioception, the reason we can’t get it right

All mankind has an infection

As we wobble, stagger, collapse

There’s something there, still, that has our backs