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This poem is dedicated to all those who give something of themselves for others.

Wire.

Life is a wire, stringing through night,
We stumble and mumble and do what feels right.
In poems, in books, in a warm embrace,
We find our balance and proceed with grace.
But often we crawl along clinging in fear,
For balance is not always near.

Life is a wire, coursing with heat,
We feel it in palaces and on the street.
In passionate love or ennobling cause,
We channel the warmth to obey our own laws.
Yet often we huddle alone in the cold,
For the fire is scarcer than gold.

Life is a wire, and it can cut deep,
It seems that so often we sow, others reap.
In chasing our dreams and catching only mist,
Our will becomes weak long before hand or wrist.
But we still struggle on no matter the cost,
For the only bad life is one lost.

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