bobdubbloon

The Aftermath

10:10:20 22 Oct, 2024

On high I stand for all displayed, An acrobat, a little maid. Carefully, carefully, on the rope, One step, two step, I must cope. Up above the world I play, One step, two step, watch me sway. I’m balancing unsteadily, Light, lightly; don't tread heavily. The winds of change around me roar, Pandora's box falls to the floor. The joy, the wild, exultant tide! It spins me round—I fall, I hide. At last, once more, the world is still, My friends have gone; it’s cold and chill. Poor battered hope spreads out its wing Unfurls, and softly starts to sing.