Balancing Act Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

There comes a time, the poets say
when days grow dark and skies are grey.
When woeful wailing fills the air,
with canting chorus everywhere.
All life seems as a bitter cup
that every mortal mouth must sup;
but courage bids us, crystal clear
to wipe away self pity’s tear.

Regard the world with noble eye
and drink the cup of sorrow dry,
then cast the loathsome chalice down;
show Fate a face that’s free from frown,
embracing Life’s mortality
and smiling at Eternity