Oh, for balance at the fulcrum spot!
Neither icy cold, nor burning hot.
The middle of life’s pathway is ever so boring.
Though, over dangerous cliffs? I think I’d choose snoring.
Now, it is not that I don’t want all the highs in life.
It’s just that I know the pendulum swings back to strife.
One side is elated with a maniacal joy.
On the other the sweet songs of death riders cloy.
Extremes, quite simply, are not my style.
So, I’ll consider my poise a while.
Soon across my mind’s eye was emblazoned the answer to this long reckoned riddle!
I’ll stand over the fulcrum with a foot planted firmly in each extreme’s middle!
I may fall off as it rocks perpetual from here on out.
But, where I re-saddle my life’s ride is no longer in doubt.
L.B.Stowe 