Life is a teeter-totter on which we balance;
Our enemies sit opposing.
Some with words, others with strength,
Both are always controlling.
Neither want to show a weakness;
They are of black and white.
They’re always struggling, always competing,
They promise a never-ending fight.
If an error is made; success by the other;
The weaker falls to defeat.
If one tries kindness and it goes ignored,
Punished, he’s slammed to his feet.
It is only when a sacrifice is shown;
A player stands out on a limb.
Only then can a deal be considered,
And a decision of peace can begin.
The two meet in the middle, their past behind,
Their passion to better is soft.
On a sturdier base, an understanding is made,
And it is then that they can jump off.
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