Tight Ropin'

Everyday I walk the line between uneasy and easy. I walk this line of mine surrounded by people that I have to decide are worth pulling me off my tight rope to make relationships. Very few people do I find worthy of such distraction. But sometimes I stop and I make an east-to-west scan, and occasionally I see a new poppy that may be worth stepping aside to snatch. But if that poppy is rotten or smells even the least bit stinky and mocks my whole attempt to let a little joy in my life, I resent all flowers. I then start, head hung, back to my line and keep on a tiptoe’n wondering why flowers hate me so much.