Opposite Items Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A dream I hold, so soft and bright,
A sunny day, a gentle light.
But clouds roll in, the wind blows cold,
A different story to be told.

My hopeful heart, it longs to fly,
Beneath a clear and endless sky.
Yet ground pulls hard, with heavy chain,
A world of work, and touch of pain.

Sometimes a wish, a lucky spark,
Finds a small crack, leaves its bright mark.
But mostly, no, they push away,
Like magnets, gone the other way.

This is the way, the gears all turn,
The lessons we are meant to learn.
A push and pull, a steady beat,
Life's real work, bitter and sweet.