Ceteris Paribus
At the end of the day when I contemplate, it's highs, it's middles and lows
I find myself neither smiling, or moaning a song of woe
I do not feel disappointment when I fall and break a wing
I'll tarry for just one moment, till resolve calls me back to the Thing
And when there are Hallelujahs and the mass of Creation applauds
All things being equal, in the crowd there are certainly frauds
When you string them fully together; The good, the neutral, the bad
It's easy forgetting to remember whatever it was that you had
poem by Sara Fielder
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