You’re keeping all those balls up in the air;
How can you spot the tears on any face?
Or sense the laughter as the crowd moves by
Or catch a hand as you stay balancing in the space?
Where will you connect with others on the way
While you juggle all those shiny balls around?
And how will you catch up with those
Whose smiles and tears you’re passing
When all your balls have tumbled to the ground?
©2010 Carol Morfitt