Marshall Gass


The Seesaw - Poem by Marshall Gass

The seesaw can swing up or down
we are hinged to life and death
like love and hate
good and bad whatever.

In the middle we have a choice
to swing either way. Stay up?
For how long. You must come down.

Live forever? You cant
Try as you might.
Love forever-possible
but hate follows close behind.

When God made man he was surely
seated on a seesaw!


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Its obvious God was upto something
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014


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